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Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my team'll go at your main source We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit Yo nigga, Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in Ninety six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation With no time for patient, or complication Let's get it done right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it
Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me 'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' like bitches Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me All that bullshit, is just makin' me More the better, then concentrate on gettin' chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you
Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thick, son I solved 'em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity Godfather part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness, 'cause deep in the abyss
Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness POW niggaz is found MIA We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message
Along with that, I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground I could truely care less the God will get his Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it A live nigga stay on point never diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds We flush through your click get purged
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