Can you play the beat a little higher?
[Rocky Raez]
Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo
Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal
We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue
We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you
In rap battles with the audience that clap at you
My block crazy, I never seen a cat pass through
On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
And that`s natural in a city with crack statutes
Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets
You keep sleepin`, get caught in ya Jeep preachin
Always listen to an old man when he speakin`
To learn how to keep police agreein` on the weekend
Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin`
Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin`
That`s street knowledge, write it down and speak about it
Drug dealers use this rap the street outfit
I leave doubters in the back and move outwards
Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits
Guns don`t kill people, the bullets`ll kill people
And bullets leave holes in people you just see through
It`s all mathematics it`s what the streets equal
These streets equal, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
They won`t hesitate to drive-by in ten regals
And that`s how it is in my life, that`s how it is
(Yea, it`s Rocky Raez y`all, the Ghostwriters)
[Chorus - 2x]
Heyo, what`s really good? (We over)
`Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)
We hustle what we could (In yo` block)
You niggaz ain`t stop (In my block)
[Vinnie Paz]
(talking during chorus)
I got the style right breezin` and then I`m ?
Only speak to me if I allow you to talk
Cuz y`all ain`t never learn that you crawl before walk
My four-pound leggin` you down like Black Hawk
The gat`s smart, intelligent born vicious
Military thug who follow Allah wishes
That`s why I don`t eat pork and cause sickness
And that`s why literal cats is like bitches
And y`all be more hard pressed to stop me
And fiends dumpin` out on the block, it`s rock free
So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war
So I can have blood on my hands with C-4
I need more, need weed and need cash
Or I`ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash
You believe fast, `cuz that`s jus how it go down
That`s how Vinnie Pazi ends up always holdin the crown
I`m holdin` it down, with five nickel nine biscuits
I live my life for Allah, the five prisoners
But y`all always in Jedi Mind business
Now your body parts are buried in five ditches
(It`s fuckin` Vinnie Paz baby)
[Chorus - 2x] (Vinnie Paz talking in background)
