but now theyA're so unreal Is this the end of a dream is this a joke or is it real you told me you will never go My brain is messed up i canA't think
or Ludacris, or if I'm fucking with a ho Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonsense? Internally I'm dealing with this conflict So
. Chorus: word is out hysteria ya heard about Nas and Junior Gong came to turn it out body the verses til they scream murder out the kings is back time
[Black Rob] (P. Diddy) Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown,
heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end
laugh at the wrath Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen The question is now, am I unforgiven? "Legends tells that the creator of this
sedans Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in
Nas] Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to
These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin Is you
me 'bout my *? dope-sip*? Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol
'bout my dope-sales Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-suckin' pistol case
to lie and too scared to steal 'Cause what's mine is mine and what's his is his In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe If that line is crossed
The uncut version of ganstarism with the nickel painted Ruger Quick to cock it on you, spark light in your eyes The unexpected is happening to you now nigga, surprise! Who is
, holla at goddamn baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want you out here, dog This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah Louder Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
to they necks and thigh Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all
