[Fiend talking]
Yo, Yo
What`s up to all my muthafuck soldiers,
my thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there
It`s Fiend excited private wit` C-muthafuckin` Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit `em we hit `em hard u heard me
chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don`t cry now
Nigga, don`t wine now
We`ll make it that yo people can`t identify yo ass now
[Fiend]
Launched n missiles
And grams and pistols
Blastin` these things that whistle
Burnin` up shits u
And fuck it I won`t miss u
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G`s
500 G`s that put inches n yo life
Surounded by 500 please
Remember n grieves
Tha solider to beez
Wit` a fro
I beents out smokin` trees
Hit tha Z`s
Made `em breeze
And blow to they knees
Ran over interstreets
By a tank on D`s
I stank theese
Wearin` some black chains and a safety
Y can`t we just get along
I`m gettyon Jones
I`m known
For breakin` bones
Believin` that I ain`t wrong
Introducin` yo shows
And a strong Whomp! Whomp!
chorus 2X
[Gotti]
Young niggas dyin` n my city
And I ain`t showin` no pity
So I`m holdin` my head
Trynna keep from an early grave
Known as tha Path that`s Laid
Lord forgive me simple wayz
But I was lost n tha game
Strapped n, through theese tryflin` streets
Knowin` that tha Breed of Life might bury me
But I ain`t worried, I`m holdin` chrome
Protectin` my dome
I`m trapped n a storm
Catched these folks that trynna do me home
Wit` crisis over my head
Nigga dodgin` tha FEDz
They rather see me n a cell
Nigga trapped n jail
I make bail
And me and Pheno raisin` hellllllllll
[Q.B.]
I represent Uptown
Make tha wrong move u get bucked down
Dude, fuck now
Q.B. on tha buck round
No hesitation, no status
Pack a nine automatic
And to pull a bullet to n yo family
Niggaz don`t really wanna see us rhyme
We puttin` niggaz on tha news and givin` `em muthafuckin` t.v. time
Respect tha name n tha authority
And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit` us uh
Q muthafuckin` B we would never run
We back shit
Bitch niggaz get they back twisted
We crack shit
Niggaz need to get they fuckin` practice
Don`t fuck wit` my crew and let us snatch this
[Magic]
I`m gon` raise hell muthafucka
Hope ya`ll ready for me
I can move wit` tha nite, I got veins on my teeth
I`m from tha 9th Ward
Home of tha killas and wigsplitters
And lots of dead bodies
I heard a twelve-year hit it
I`ve been trained by tha best
Bring yo cop killaz
And I won`t wear a vest
And u still facin` death
Don`t cry now
Bitch nigga, don`t wine now
Cuz I`m all up n ur shit
And u figure, U `BOUT TO DIE!
Hold on, wait a minute, I smell pussy
Still wet behind tha ears, lil boy u still a fuckin` wookie
U messin` wit` a hard hitta
(automatics shooting)
U FEEL ME NIGGA!!!!!
chorus 4X
[C-Murder]
They label me a crazy muthafucka wit no hesitation
I`ma blast wit` a sawed off strip, to a niggaz ambition
I`m Bossalinie
And I roll wit` these TRU thugs
Givin` niggaz meanmugs
>From tha ghetto I get much love
Ain`t no muthafuckin` crosses
Wit` all these crime bosses
Nigga, Nigga, make a move
I`ll have u sleepin` wit` dead dudes
My tattoos, represent my identity
It reveals tha hard-will of a hard-kill nigga that`s n me
My enemies on a rampage, tryn avoid my presence
Fearin` imediate death, like a fateful pheasant
N my kingdom, only strong soldiers live, that`s tha law
Of tha ghetto, I broke my hand on a fool`s jaw
I`m southpaw
Hand to Hand combat, it`s very neccesary
My first option, is fightin` all my advercaries
That nigga flinched, when my muthafuckin` gun went POW
U heartless muthafucka, don`t cry now
chorus 6X
[Fiend talking again]
There, u muthafuckin have it
Some of tha youngest hard niggaz n tha muthafuckin` world
Understand this here
Us soldiers, No Limit Soldiers til` tha world blow up
Or a god show up
U HEARD ME!!!!!!
Don`t cry now
If yo people can`t identify yo ass now
HAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Take me out this muthafucka
