Yo all I do is drop lethal, know my people it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke lethally till he suffocate Lifeless but step into shit that's priceless I cut the life force, now I'm on the course
I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifle, Yet I'm wise, every organized It's so brothers recognize No the hell-a-coust, pay your toll, come across And me test my burner on a horse
Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to It all balls down to my No time to waste, fill the base, I got ya head in the Smilin' I'm look at ya dead face The cause of still remains a mystery it's a pity
They me cause the source had to flicker me Not at all tops the shame, no external, no stains Sharp to pierce the brain I got enough dope for your and restrain Hand cuffs and chains but pain
Nigga, you better You better, Nigga, you wreckgonize Nigga, you better wreckgonize,
Carlos, the base head, is Askin' for change nigga constantly Ms.Elizabeth callin' out the window to her Joe Nigga died a year ago and every day's the 4th of
With the sparks in the sky at the gods as we get high What's pleasure? Sippin' on the booze and the smoke the blunts The whole blunt, nuthin' but the
But the O in the projects, hit the heron Dozin' off in of liquor stores through a plong Don't how to act, Sister Eve go to church But she still smoke the cracks, to the lord, doin' bad
Spanish kids across the popin on that nes tabs Go to the bar the yay-yo Sniffin' with the lows, all red lookin' And the ledge the way, Yogi still smokes dust (Beetlejuice, be, beetlejuice, beetlejuice)
I guess that lesson delivered When Chip and Elah took that long walk in the a 95, we got the 9 25's, 3 8 10, 2 4 4's Make a nigga hesitate, that's if you don't the date
Nigga, you wreckgonize You better, Nigga, you better Nigga, you wreckgonize, nigga
In violence is my reality Some tend to talk me but to them just fallacy True lies, you your stories on the street That was true, listened up and say it was you
But me, I'm while my peeps puff herb, superb Dropin' bombs a Boznian, Serb's my word It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim While layin' on my chest wish-in I had worn a
Now don't ask why just wreckgonize my from 4 5's spark the drive-by's Long hot days in July, the blood And the kid that didn't run is the kid who
The body states of filled with lies runin' and gunin' in front of God's eye It ain't no surprise that the just fries Due to use of the get highs
And I'm that same nigga Mitie And we can't out habits no matter how many tries amongst the new world, doin' despise Guys that don't give a the just chastise
But I rise, see my mind's too Catchin' bodies with I have no ties Hittin' runs while you hit pop flies Don't mind the size just wreckgonize
Nigga, you better You better, Nigga, you better Nigga, you wreckgonize, nigga
Nigga, you better You better, Nigga, you wreckgonize Nigga, you better wreckgonize,