[Chorus x 2]
Who am I? Scar mother $#&@ing face

Who am I? A to the mother $#&@ing K
Who am I? Belo mother $#&@ing Zero
Who am I? ^!$$%s Ain't Ready to Die


[Scarface]
Who the $#&@ am I?

A born killer with no conscience
Leaving ^!$$%s with holes in their heads unconscience
No second chances

Cos in this game no one advances
You made your move and $#&@ed up now the devil dances
No scrilla for this just murderers with blocks

To run up on their dick and hit em and get em hot
With a 357 slug pointed at your nose
Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes

You $#&@ with me ^!$$% you're $#&@ing with the warrior
Anybody destroying you're packing the sig sauer
Putting ^!$$%s off in body bags cos in this game you take no prisoners

Leave it in blood Hare Krishna
Nobody's breathing ^!$$%s stuck on getting even
You die this evening insanity gon be my reason

I trail ^!$$%s fill ^!$$%s and kill ^!$$%s
I introduce the ways that are wicked to real ^!$$%s


[Chorus x 2]

[AK]

Who ever epitomise
And idolise my murderous skills
With this vivid imagination and slugs that kill

Off in the zone unorthodox with the world on blocks
It's unexplainable how I got these (*##$ ^!$$%s locked
Keep my eyes on my safe and keep this murderous flavour

Since I picked up a strap I've had this murderous behaviour
Spread the whole clip around and get the $#&@ outta Dodge
I got a ride full of straps in my homies backyard

It's too cold to proceed without a block to start
Watch a gat blows him apart as the bullets depart
Now who the $#&@ am I? Is the question you ask

Can't be touched or $#&@ed with is all you need to know
It's 1998 plus you (*##$es got to go
And y'all cain't $#&@ with me and tell em why

My adrenaline rush on jump
Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel pump


[Chorus x 2]

[Belo]

I hear some ^!$$%s talking loud like we been stealing this %#@!
Just say you hate me @@#! the bull%#@! don't you grip on my dick
It's Belo Zero mother $#&@ers same sick $$# nut

Drink a brew and smoke some weed and blow your (*##$ $$# up
I put in work so recognise I carry my %#@! on my chest
More respect and I neglect to come up back with the vest

I never seen a thousand soldiers hit the dirt on your roll
$#&@ your chief and all the soldiers I'm a king on my own
I'm coming with force down with Big Chief ^!$$% Rapalot style

Grip sixteens and triple beams will leave that $$# on the pile
Walk on down and see the light cos I'm not faking the %#@!
I told you once that I'm a soldier I'm just taking your %#@!

Now who am I a born killer ^!$$% $#&@ what you heard
I'm too delirious and serious I ain't like a nerd
$#&@ around and call the coroner dig your whole $$# up

Separate your head from the spam and leave your (*##$ $$# stuck
^!$$%...


[Chorus x 2]

[N.A.R.D]

Retaliation is a must
I see ^!$$%s from behind so I bust
My Desert Eagles gon to catch you when they duck

Now what the purpose when they still gon get struck
And leave they brains $#&@ed up
I don't know why they put they eyes on me
Cos I'm a black material killer trying to keep it low key
Now what it was they probably didn't know it was me

But that goes to show em that fancy (*##$es focus just be
They want to look up on my Rolex while I spot on my heat
They see my Lexus car shining when I been on the streets
With no ticket on it but still they try to find out what's in it
It's a black ^!$$% with a black chrome on the seat

In the dark zone it's on
And hell yeah I used to push packs
Taking ^!$$%s straps and pimping (*##$es in 'lacs
Matter of fact this %#@! I rap about I did before
See it ain't no studio mother $#&@er just stepping through these doors


[Chorus x 2]

We can't be $#&@ed with we can't be touched
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much

Do Or Die Do Or Die
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much