Verse 1

This that music when you about to lose it/

When you gotta go to war and you actin' ruthless/
When you out for self and they call you selfish/
But you up against the wall so you brawl for survival/

If you don't fight you'll be dead on arrival/
You at ya wit's end so you start actin tribal/
Leanin' on ya faith but can't read the Bible/

Gotta talk to God get protection from you rivals/
Time for the fight and you know it's for the title/
Time for some action you can't stay idle/

Streets stay talkin' it got you homicidal/
You call your stic man cuz you need him beside you/
Bout to wild out cuz you know you been lied to/

They beefin' with your fam and you know you got to ride to/
They plottin' on you heavy and you know what the might do/
The writin's on the wall and it's givin' you a slight clue/


Chorus
[Karizmatic]


And the streets is hot you gotta watch where you walk/
In dark alleyways you hear predators stalk/

Enemies talk and traps get sparked and launched/
You know the war is on kid you got to have heart/
And you know the war is on kid you got to have heart/

Cuz them cats keep grittin' after blood like sharks/
Shots keep blazin' like poisonous darts/
And you the bullseye they want to dearly depart/


So what you do
What you do

What you do
What you do
(Repeat 4x)






Verse 2
[Karizmatic]


They don't want to wild out/
Cuz I don't go the mild route/

I pull out nick cannons and they get Mariah carried/
I'm eminem obsessed with the beef when I get in it/
I'll 50 cent the streets I got TI intentions/

And it's ludicrous the things I do when I'm tested/
A hundred Rick Ross couldn't lock me in prison/
Got a foxy brown chick that'll lil kim in court/

Got a lauryn hill chick that gives me love and support/
Sorta like Lil' Wayne flood the streets till it's a drought/
And it ain't a game the t-pain that I'm bringin'/

I ain't Kanye machines won't have me singin'/
I'm bringin' either blueprint ya whole body/


Chorus

Verse 3

[Karizmatic]

I'll turn ya mobb deep into little red men/

You'll be more than annoyed I intend to offend/
And no one is iller than this ghostfaced killer/
And no one is realer except for Tupac/

So you better rest in peace like my man Big Pop/
I hop on stage with some fellas that rock/
I'm an ill rap pro when I verse a fat joe/

I drop big puns you still rap about guns/
I'm a soldier boy you just a young jock/
I got black thoughts when I bust a rhyme/

You still tryna shine we got nothin' in common/
I'm not takin' breaks these cats is so drake./


Chorus