(feat. Drag-On, Infrared, Nuchild)

%#@!, this %#@! right here...is for the thugs in the street

Do yall here me?
%#@!, and this %#@! right here...will get you mugged in the street


[Beanie Sigel]
Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark ^!$$%s eyes, give them permanent scars

Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars
Only @@#! and blow 'dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law

Cops hit the spot $#&@ it, mad bro to bar
$#&@ crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song

I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the %#@! with crushed ice and some arm and hammer

I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick

While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Y'all ^!$$%s know my flow be sick, my doe be quick


[InfraRed]
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun

Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His %#@!'ll get the opposite of handsome

I mean I got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen

I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the $#&@ing scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you into smoke

and make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' ^!$$%s straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?

I dont even play that %#@!
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my %#@!
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that %#@!

While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

[NuChild]

This be the realest %#@! I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke ^!$$% choke, I'm dope

Roll me up and smoke, on contact
^!$$%s react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever ^!$$% not on this track

I spit back, at any ^!$$% claimin' he teflon
The best on, be the next ^!$$% get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"

"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
After waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two

^!$$%s I left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail %#@!? Never even walked through a junk yard

I thump hard
Make a ^!$$% yell for crew quick
A true (*##$, eat a ^!$$% up like a chew-stick

Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, !@^#ots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a ^!$$% lean off the opium

You Ethiopian
Willie ^!$$%s, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a ^!$$% Rosewood style

Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child

[Mysonne]

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' ^!$$%s in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the %#@! that I'm on

Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see I'm dope like !@(%
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know I fear no men
And muther$#&@ shootin' five, here go ten

Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
^!$$%s call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of ^!$$%, that @@#! and squeeze

Y'all them second guess !@$)ots, that @@#! and freeze
So I $#&@ with real ^!$$%s, like The Lox and D
And yall ^!$$%s got problems, just watch and see

[Drag-On]

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was %#@!, I'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n

The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz I like to feel $$#ed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews

Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a $#&@ if its a ^!$$% with a walkman
I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in
I'm runnin' up on the ^!$$% with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims

Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post bail