seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new
and spit thug literature Your fan base wanna get rid of you Still in the hood doin' it I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't even move a lot of units But ain't no threats
of those, so thank you very much here it goes Maybe they figured that I'm on my way out the game so they gotta go try to find 'em a new Eminem or a new
my shit or I?ma come and kill you I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need some new weed to set you
'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin', you'se no threat
thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York
chest wets to death treaths the best yet and niggas gettin their neck check best check to protect detroit is only known know for the best threats so
she get low for me. start up ya whip take me to the set. 'cus how ya nanna talkin like man she talkin like a threat. cook a nigga food stash a nigga
your jaw shift Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous Ignore the style and get bucked down, child With the three-pound pile, blow, How you like me now? The new
pull it, a bullet flys in G's a madman, came from the Badlands Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher
discovery from behind the veil of her guidance of the music that forums our historical biography ? descriptive of precious heritage of the aches and frustrations of city life blues the threat
all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh, yo So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat It's the
bit of information so You could know what you see when it's your time to go The diamond flow cut glass, crack binary code You're kinda slow, you need a new
The year is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City A child destined for greatness is born, let's go Get your hands in the air, get 'em up Put your hands in the
be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me A black and blue emcees, actin' new
heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new
the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New
got the streets hot All you gotta do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Block And that's how we take New York back (yeah) Flex and the Pitbulls