(featuring Restless)
Its the illness on Yo hit me Youngn' Joe Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X UP!
Boy, what you done started now Ain't no stopping or calming it down Don't let me one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the Man, what you done started now no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the
1] Cowards en traced all anger and hatred Gon' make me damage my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he to be my dog, but fuck a relation Once he get money and fame, starts aging ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see brother succeed So you backstab 'em just to see how he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops always me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart of rage And I'm too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of And I'm too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all)
2] Dog I here to prove your wackness of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no classic Nigga for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without I'm handling mine, occupation and grind your facing, shank you with knives You're a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting Say I choose 'cause I done payed my dues from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I learned to survive through the and lies why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we play fair
[Verse 3 - Fat B-X, T.S Ya me? Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to us One false and get paw-pierced up Drinking like one high loop, man I you in the club Drain the henny out your stomach and it with blood You wish us to hell we too real Selling two and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for And I too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad Heard you want it with us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the since niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the is mine And I got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ Here's the real homie, stakes is high at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker)