Tonart: C major•
Verse 1
Fm
Yeah
It's that war shit
It's that war shit
And you know what dun
Verse 2
Fm
It makes you sick to hear the
mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to
hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than
them other rap niggas
No gimmicks just pure adrenaline
Raw lyrics incredible beats
Don't mean to rub it in
But your small time beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin
For ass whippings, guns kick like pelle
My big shit be jumping like Jordan
Verse 3
Fm
Often lay a man down on the floor
when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds
so you can hear sounds
So you can run back actin
like you a vet
And swearin' you dead
You survived some real shit
Now what's this it's not
going down like this
Ground y'all niggas like
punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when
we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music
and chill the fuck out
Dun you bugged out I'm trying
to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth
until that piece come out
Niggas always gonna think
something sweet
Until they least expect
you bringing action exactly
Verse 4
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Verse 5
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Verse 6
Fm
Feel the gat blow while
your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you
lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you
First of all you too soft for fastball
Point game track y'all merk
like a jaguar nascar
And be out buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged niggas getting
Verse 7
amped off the mobb shit
Fm
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time
Stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga
with the wrong idea
Young shit with young mind
but that quite contraire
Young nigga smart nigga
Who started from the stairs
How dare
You try to come around the way
In fear like a nigga that
been there for years
Shout words that we live
but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down
you be like they did it
Verse 8
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Verse 9
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
Verse 10
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Fm
Taste test this Military shit
bitches love this
They man's wanna dub this
Thugness it ain't easy to find
Shit like mine I'm a rare species
You's a dime a gross that's
a dozen heast the least
Keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest
of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke
Make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo
Irons a permanent flesh
Verse 11
your clothes soakin'
Fm
You feel the shots pain every
heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited you'll only
make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights
graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds be
that man grim reaper
With all pleasure
Pick your feet up pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot make the temperature
rise like mercury
When I feel like getting' bent
(yo don't fuck with it dun)
I'm a drink away the pain until
the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs
Verse 12
getting lost in the fog
Fm
Never to return I guess they heard
God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst and never
believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds my surroundings
Get suspect we start four-
poundin' shit
Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke
and is on my dick
A good man of plenty but
an enemy it was clear
I just be another problem
that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that pull
out I try to grab that
Caught one nigga like Mahadat
Verse 13
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Verse 14
Fm
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars,
drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings,
disease, stress in these N.Y.C
Verse 15
Fm
Fm
this party early
So let's get it right
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