[Afta Maff]
Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this muthafucka
Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch
Flesh-N-Bone
Son of a bitch, you`ll be runnin` up all the time
Tryin` to test my hood
I`m chillin` up in my hood up to no good
Punk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin` the script
And pop in my clip, and puttin` my pump-pump on ya
And lettin` you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a fuckin` goner
You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
I`m fillin` you playa haters with nothin` but favors
So bitch, you be guardin` your grill for real
My niggas got no fame, it`s breakin` you son-of-a-bitches off
You fuckin` around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain`t catchin` a nigga slippin` up at the lights
So don`t trip, and takin` a hit of the sticky-sticky
As I unload my clip, and thuggin` up in the Land
And ya know we straight hustlas, and
Never to be no bustas, and (?) say fuck ya
(Gunfire)
Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come down
Niggas better not slippin`, come again
? niggas better not slip when I`m up to no good
Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come
[Afta Maff]
Afta Maff`s comin` down your ass
With the aerial strike body snatchin` me ?
And deadly close and copper stress
Gettin` away is slight
And I ask myself what`s the reason for
that treason that you committed
Open up killin` season, now it`s time
To get your fuckin` wig splitted
Playa haters be makin` me relax into a dead spell again
Somebody should have told them fuckin`
With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
Thought through my brain waves
Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome
Flashbacks of me diggin` graves
Torturin` slaves in the days
Losin` my grip on reality, paranormal combat
Hollow points always givin` me a flawless fatality
Even bustin` at shadows is a muthafucka`s ?
Lettin`Kamikaze and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin` you bitches`
Dome with the chrome and infrared scan
To stick clear is a safety tip
From the docks to the Clair
Me and my and niggas is emptyin` clips
(clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
(Inserting of clips, cocking of gun, gunshots)
[Flesh]
You niggas pop off at the mouth
Time to stop or shots drop they ass
Make `em shut up they lip
When we empty the clip on the Double Glock
Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff
Look out, my niggas, can`t go when drop down my time
Time to get it, hit it, grindin` on the double nine
Find plenty ways to get the money, me money
`Cause then I`m a splurge on my kind
Sippin` on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin` Bone
Gettin` my tipsy on strong, always stay packin` that chrome
Hopped in the (?) headed for the north
Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground
Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound
Kick, pump rounds, spit off my rounds
Hop on my block, gotta get this click
But they`re stickin` their guns to me
Thought that they got me, but I`m not, see
Murder ? that glock pop pop bullets
Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
The people that I`m buckin` they lay
Put `em in a grave
Away they stay shot the fuck up
When my niggas they spray
Should he pray to be saved?
Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue
Pop a lip on my corner, nigga, you`s a goner
Mo Thug be the niggas who test you, put you to rest
Fool, and there ain`t nothin` you can do to stop me
From makin` this call up to my dogs
Racin` over with the heat and makin`
sure that you takin` a fall
All y`all want fuck with Flesh and the Afta Maff
Then well, learnin` my lesson with this Wesson
I`m a empty the clip on my weapon
If a playa hater want to keep on stressin`
Murder mo, murder mo...
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
Come on, tell ya can`t feel the Afta Maff
`Cause your lies gettin` larger by the seconds
And ain`t snatched but then ?
While your soul slowly gets reincarnated
But it`s evident you heard the possibilities
But you was over-estimated
And you expected me to look deep in your eyes
And bow down to scandalous way
But see survival be one of the reasons thugs
Be packin` their shit for protection
When situations are life and death
A real true gon` result to elimination
For instance, I`m on the block
Servin` stones to dope fiends
Droppin` them dubs down `til this knucklehead
Wannabe thug tried to test my nuts for the showdown
So I grabbed my security blanket, nigga
My man, let`s deal now with the pearl handles
Spit out them hollow point tips
`Cause they`re still rollin` for me
And now they aimin` for me
But my bitch, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin`
See, niggas be thinkin` they got the game -
All sewed up and ready maintain
I`m pullin` the trigger to blow out your brain
Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane
Soldiers ride against the terror
(Cocking of gun, emptying of clip)
