Holy Christ, I rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, men to mice the law, city urban tower without a four Bringin' the raw homicidal that clear the floor
Niggas thought they seen the last of Project poet Whose is never havin' to clappin' clips to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes
Life luxury crackin' it Runnin' with drugs and Thugs and killers, in villas gorillas and million dollar billers
Microphone nemesis, murder Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the Poetically mugged, incredibly Movin' steadily,
Clippin' you somethin' Keith Nut, one of the to go One of the last to One of the last niggas to
Now who them that be breakin' rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas be payin' dues? (Keith Nut) Now who them niggas that be roamin' the Blowin' a pound, since day one holdin' it
Now who niggas that be breakin' rules? (T Squad) Now who them that be payin' dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them niggas be roamin' the town? Blowin' a pound, day one holdin' it down
I'm to reclaim my respect Reppin' the set be bangin' my chest TS, the God's medaillon, tombstone and Alone and wet I my own Tec
Ever had beef 'geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threat I go to Blessed God's heed and drop a gem On your so hard it make you knock-knee
And my greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat the burner Blast me the to go further Nigga, the turnin' and I went out of patience
You you hard, that .44 blast It clouds your Again, think about it, before my gun And kill everything 'em even if you bought the album
Enforce the power guns, dollars and politics Start a baby apocalypse my .44 [unverified] spit Pops in and out your skin, breakin' through and wind Piercin' the meat and back out again
Now who niggas that be breakin' rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas be payin' dues? (Keith Nut) Now who them niggas that be the town? Blowin' a pound, day one holdin' it down
Now who them niggas that be rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin' ('Geaddon) Now who niggas that be roamin' the town? Blowin' a pound, since day one holdin' it
nigga treason's gonna meet the demons Left for his mama When I squeeze the Desert and cease his breathin' Wreck your set, make the average rapper for death
him at the chest Bless him the Wesson Hope you got vest the last to test
The last to gasp for Send you on a crash course to when I blast the Tec Terror faculty known for fillin' cavities Stackin g's, sippin D'Acquerys, livin' rapidly
I don't give a fuck, all I do with my life was pitch my luck Act sheist they look at us That's the when you cruise a truck And I'd advise you to analyze us, find out who you can
Rival me memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust You know when it's over up out of the tomb and dust The slug was smoothly touched
you recognized who he was And I recognize [unverified] for doin' the shit stupid does My cats shoot them slug Send them right through yo mug
Now who niggas that be breakin' rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin' (Keith Nut) Now who niggas that be roamin' the town? Blowin' a pound, day one holdin' it down
Now who them niggas that be breakin' (T Squad) Now who niggas that be payin' dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them niggas that be roamin' the a pound, since day one holdin' it down