[Intro: Izzy Workin] Yo, uh-huh, M.T.M., that's right North Yard, that's right, yo, yo...
[Chorus 2X: Izzy Workin] Where will I go when I die? Will I get to say goodbye to my loved ones? Mommy, don't cry Through my kids I'll survive, look in their eyes You wanna talk when ya lonely? Pray to the skies
[Fes Taylor] Blunts and bears, with guns, I confront my fears Death on my back, Grim Reaper follow my rear Haters hollar negativity, all in my ears Hoping my new company, fall in a year (Two 4) My son, he the future of me, so the way it used to be Yo, I'ma make it better, believe Dreams they come true, son, I hung with a crew That robbed niggaz for cash, hustling too Horror, see through my past, we been through it all We been cut, shot and stabbed, yet still wouldn't fall Cops rushed the Ave, everybody on the wall Like when crooked-ass pigs throw ya body on the floor If it's beef, then Taylor bring the shotti to ya door Before you take one of my peoples, take 'em to war Breaking the law, lay low, waiting to score Making it pure, out of state, where it's more My paper is long...
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[Man] On the visit...
[Specman] Cell block on lock, to the visiting floor I seen my daughter for a couple of hours, but want more Squeeze tight, when I gotta let go, ready for war See these nights? Never know, sleeping to dawns And we fight, if you, fuck it, want beef, fool? Then, it's on Cuz we tight, ninja, hit doons, ready to swarm If I gotta get to you, to get back to my moms Wage war on the walkway (BOMB BOMB) and you gone See I got plans, mothafuck the hundred grands Specman is copping oil fields and tons of lands When I die, don't nobody cry Blaze a blunt of haze for three days, blow the smoke in the sky Fantom, I love you, Taylor, you my man You gon' keep it going when I'm gone, but stay blessing these fans Shadow Government, never gon' die, look who I am Man, it's bigger than me, who's next to bless jams?
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[Izzy Workin] I'm on the block, once again, taking forty or better Automatically spit sixteen like a beretta You get dough, stick up kids here and want ya cheddar Build ya team, they're coming to test ya You could pray but demons still come and oppress ya Ya not ready for the drama, you see cops and break under pressure Or feel comfortable, because, y'all working together Run up on ya chickenhead, and, pluck her feathers I don't Harlem Shake/Down South Bounce for nothing But I've been all over the States, networking and hustling I still pray to God, make sure he's in my soul Sinning everyday, but I know who's in control It's my life, the way I live, you can't knock it The army kills for profit, we kill for progress Make that money, it's a process, my block's like a projects This is the Island at it's best...
