Verse 1
We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son
Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up
It's been along time
No longer the wait
Don't won't no food for the thought
Get away from the plate
Blasphemy dog
You a no name god
Heaven is gonna frown
On your whole lame squad
Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard
Can't even step up on the streets without your bodyguard
So listen up Hova
The wait is over
You losin all your luck
Like a 3 leaf clover
(D.C.P.)
Bandanna head rockers
Hell's most wanted
Biblical heat busters
Raw beef you don't want it
It's bad for your blood
C-walk all over your whole crew
Christ walk with cats like us come thru
You got a prob
Take it up with Elohiem
Think you stoppin us
Then playa wak up out your dream
We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team
Snatchin souls out of ya'll
My click be unseen
Better turn your life around like a U'ie
Cuz you headin straight to the fire
Like a fat dubie
Getting chocked up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs
Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin
Drunker
I ain't goin
Hittin the gates
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