Lyrics Kausion - Gonzoe, C-Mob, C.Ray

Kausion

Anybody in it for the money and the fame will forever be a slave to the coffin
But we go hard to the finish, in the jaws like a dentist, if they got some shit
to say it’ll cost 'em
Pull ya card for the fuckery, we can start with the cutlery, might have to take
ya brain from ya noggin
You’ll never see the light of day if you cross 'em, then you better proceed
with caution, whoa-oh
You can tell I might blast, proceed like you see them yellow lights flash
I can hit a fella quite fast, been a monster from the jump like Killa Mike’s
past
And I pledge allegiance to the grind, independently without a need that I get
signed
Frequently I climb, like a beacon I can shine, if I’m seeking I can find,
please believe that I can mine
Proceed with caution, no need for talking, you don’t wanna catch that fade by
my homies who bossing, they blow trees with no seeds be ODing often,
you know me, my flow’s G from slow speed to chopping
And we’ll still paint ya blood across canvas, caution, like it’s South Central
Los Scandalous, make sure you’re 10 toes touch ground, if they don’t you should
slow the fuck down, so you better take caution
Show no remorse, tie ya head to my horse, attack like the point of attack,
leave whoever divorced, call the reverend, we sever the irrelevant whores,
no disrespect but fuck a check come for ya neck and absorb
They don' slept on the Force, till they Force don' awakened, we don’t peck on
the doors, we kick 'em in and give chase, but them niggas exit of course,
we let 'em run for that haven till every breath is a chore
You see it’s all for the taking as liquor exits my pores and chronic enters my
lungs, I clear my mind for my kids, and try my best to be fun, I got no time to
be stressed but I gotta check for my funds, unlike those individuals who gave
no effort and won, this game is cold as can be, don’t speak just go for the
guns, and throw ya guts in the garbage, like they opened a blunt,
unless you rolling with us, don’t try to come from the mouth, give a fuck
what it’s bout, head to the duffel and bounce, brain
Yeah, money is the motive, the quota is in the billions, the plan is to the
building, the suckers’ll never feel us, this something like, the bullet that
killed Quillish a brain hemorrhage, the same nigga regime life screaming
strange business, they bang with us banana clips out the Range window,
dismantle niggas with the candle like a train hit you, the thick flick of ya
wig down to ya knick-inkers, you bitch nigga we different I’m on my sixth digit,
listen, here’s a salute to the coalition, who coincide with the killas
bringing us more living, it’s more life we fore fright with no permission,
I throw a clip through ya car, nigga we so malicious, sober living I’m pouring
liquor is more killing, ya whole team is cremated, god-willing, the cremator,
my team made it, extreme paper, niggas they dumb hated you can see the beam
razors, bitch