| got you beggin and cryin' |
| Israel shit goin' on, babies are dyin' |
| Save them nursery rhymes for the kiddy books |
| 'Cause I’ma give you grimy bars and wicked hooks |
| Snatchin' diamonds and rippin' off pockets |
| Cuttin' faces and shootin' off rockets |
| You on the same for the people and them bitches |
| Pretty boy, snitches get stitches (Word) |
| The respect level was obsolete |
| Me and you could never rock on the same street (Nah) |
| It’s by chance that our paths cross (Paths cross) |
| 'Cause you pussy and your man soft (Man soft) |
| You better pay for better protection |
| Or get smitten by the Smif-N-Wessun |
| The don king bars |
| Godzilla, Silverback, King Kong |
| shout to CI Bing Bong |
| Get it rockin', still be at your doorbell, ding dong |
| Chop dudes, other rappers sing songs |
| Monkey bars, Sean P for life, ink on the arm |
| Cuban link with the charm |
| The squad grind militant |
| Allah shine infinite |
| Consider this, say what I mean, penmanship legitimate |
| I don’t |
| with citizens insignificant |
| Street shit get intricate once you into it |
| No backseats, no passes, no co-incidents |
| No statements on cooperating this killa shit |
| The beat body, the mic massacre, livestream |
| Smif-N-Wessun turn the booth to a crime scene |
| Yeah, I sent for the blitz |
| This dummy went around his elbow to get to his wrist (Stupid!) |
| Never apply pressure amiss (Nah) |
| I’m lookin' for a shooter, I will get the |
| (ba-ba-baow) |
| Headshot and ya brain bleedin' |
| I’m comin' with a giant like Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan |
| Y’all both got shot for the same reason |
| This the final phases of war and I’m King Steven (I'm the king!) |
| Silencers of Vivian Grey |
| I got shooters in my bloodline, Jimmy and Jay (Acknowledge me!) |
| You lookin' at a hawk with a beak |
| We ain’t pump-fakin' homie, talkin' is cheap (We ain’t talkin'!) |
| We was at the Aragon wildin' |
| Dump the body off the |
| Never fold at the |
| Put your shoulder to the whip |