Featuring blaze, sticky fingaz, x-1
(do you believe in god? and'98 nigga)
[sticky fingaz]
iand'm from new york nigga, the murder capital
come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
iand'm a sinner, i hope god forgive me
at the rate iand'm goin now my momsand'll probably out-live me
all my niggas is hardcore criminals
all i got left is my word and my genitals
iand'm on some thug shit till i get cremated
me and larry davis probably related
i hate the judge and canand't stand the cops
wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
you wanna kill me? i ainand't scared to get smoked
iand'll probably die laughin, cuz yand'all niggas is jokes what!
i wanna wrap my hands around your throat what!
iand'll make ted bundy look like the pope
i show no love cuz i ainand't got no feelings
you know the routine, reach for the ceiling
and if not for you, do it for your childand's sake, nigga
iand'll get you murdered then come to your wake
i speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
niggas ears gonand' bleed when they hear this verse
holdin court in the streets, i ainand't doin a bid
iand'd rather die, put that on my unborn kid
thereand's two ways out the game, death or jail
if thereand's a god, then why the fuck iand'm livin in hell?
Chorus
thereand's two ways out the game, death or jail
if thereand's a god, then why he got us livin in hell (4x)
[x-1]
x-1and'll blast five (blaow!) through the back of your neck
out your mouth, iand'll bet thatand'll straighten you out
live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
and i love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
life tactics is all i spit in my rap shit
most yand'all cats is wack and need practice
get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
itand's mad sick, drastic, it donand't get no harder than this
squeezin hard for the chips
more bricks, the larger the wrist but thatand's the fun of it
every car hidden got a gun in it, iand'm tryin to get mine
get out and run wit it, kid extort your block
unorthodox, this is all off the top
x-1and'll throw you off the docks
and i done laid the best to rest over this music
half yand'all niggas is s-o-s what
stuck on stupid
Chorus
[blaze]
slugs i send express, take it to your face and chest
digest gun smoke, donand't provoke finger in trigger
been love sick, gat throw like ugly
mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit
one of you bugs better maintain
i claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane
never miss when i cock the four-fifth
stain your garments, hit any target
andgt;from new york to cali, i leave you fucked up in a back alley
swell you up and bury your heart
shells wonand't stop fallin, once they start blocks spark
itand's trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble
hell cuddles my life line in this trife time
bust shots, live nines
drive mines crazy like v-j day
live life the pj way, itand's d-day
when a and a sprays
travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin
blaze slays rivals when battlin
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