[Intro: Dolo Mic] G-yeah, Fes what up my nigga? Come on... K-Costal, what's the word baby? G-yeah... yo...
[Hook x4: sample] Pain... burning inside Right in the streets That's inside of you and me
[Dolo Mic] See I came up in the world with them gunners and thieves Who never smelt a good life, just itch for something to squeeze Block busters who'll pop suckers for fucking with me Glock clutchers who shot hustlers for fucking up cheese Look, I ran with some killas, scammed with gorillas Hand-to-hand for the skrilla, damn it man I'm the illest People jam cuz they feel it, my plan is to drill it in the head of the masses, and blast with the realest sound that come around, fends rags to the riches About to shut it down, kid I'm bad and I'm vicious Pause, I get off bras from the baddest of bitches On par with the overflowing trash in the business Can't wait to get past all these fags and these snitches (the fuck outta here) I love to hear the sounds of hands clap when I finish Salute from the streets and clubs packed to the limit I got it on smash, haters mad cuz they timid, mothafucka!
[Hook x4]
[Fes Taylor] Aiyo I might buy a burgundy Benz to match my shirt Police hurt that we friends, they tapping my church (snitch) That's why I hear static when I talk By my side, hold the 'matic when I walk I'm an addict for Newports And pimp weed, bottles of Hennessy and new broads Stroking with my shoes on, after we do tours (yeah) No radio play, my shit only bumped outta cars Something new jump out like I'm a star (alright) I don't drive it if it go more than thirty thousand miles on it Leave it in the garage, see if my child want it He ain't even old enough to drive, but I spoiled him to death So I show him that, he ain't have to do a crime in front me It's suicide, I let the Ruger decide If he live or die depend on my aim I ain't fronting, I ain't been to the range But I used to shoot the streetlights out off the roof back in the days Try me, try me, niggaz...
[Hook x4]
[S.I.C.] Aiyo, I live it and spit it, no gimmicks over here Y'all go 'head and dance but these is the lyrics of the year They wanna hear what I gotta say Fuck trying to get some radio play especially if I gotta pay We make no appointments, no e-mails or calls Just, run up in the office and tie up the boss Uh, the money, the power, we hungry, we coming for our's Guns to you cowards, put you under with flowers Love the joy but the pain feels so much better Never take back them things, I ain't have no cheddar Now I laugh at shit I used to get mad at No longer sad rap, I had that, look what my last album I promised Taylor I would stitch it and sow it for him So I'm up in the kitchen mixing pots with the water for him Solidified, it ain't no way you could blackball it That Staten Island bullshit, we back on it Here come the pain...
[Hook x4]
[Fes Taylor] They look at the wheels, I'm a crook with a deal They shot through ya V, you took it and pealed (coward) I would've banged back with the Mack, how I rapped with the Pack I clap at these rats, take that for the Stat! (S.I.) I'm like, try and shit on my borough Is you kidding? We thorough Niggaz is rollers, picture me rolling, they say... (you see me?) Chain hang to my balls, plus I bang in the halls Graffitti the mall, my name on the walls It wrote: \"Fuck flossing with the bitches\" Think the Porsches is rented?\" I feed niggaz, give 'em cautions in kitchens, just get it Porcelain, rip it, hand it like an auction, we did it Up North, Specs caught for a sentence He said: \"Doing fifteen years, I'ma get these queers They told on my boy, promise they all disappear\" Promise, I hop out the truck when I'm hunting like Elmer Fudd Listen son, you niggaz better Donald Duck... (Fucking cartoon animated ass niggaz, B, it's that real hip-hop shit)
