 [Verse One: Styles]
You should take the cross off your
neck and pray to Jesus
I'm breakin' every rapper up like
eighty pieces
I done sat in the cell and stared at the
wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with niggaz
with pitbulls
I don't smoke the haze if it ain't got
the crystals
Look in my eyes you can tell I would
lift you
I'm in the DB nine when I'm comin' to
get you
I'm with my Arab man and he holdin'
the missiles
I'm sayin' fuck all y'all
If you don't understand let me make it
real clear I'm sayin' what to all y'all
No more videos or them silly hos ridin'
on y'all dick when I cut all y'all
The game too pussy I think it need
change
I wanna see the barrel flame 'til they
brains get mushy
East Coast Ghost
Ain't no other rapper in the game that
you know that plays the streets so
close
Still bring pain
Fire more shots than y'all
motherfuckers do in that Max Payne
game
Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out D
blockin' 'em out
That mean I'ma snatch his chain
[Verse Two: Talib Kweli]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Kweli
And the rock with a real name like a
Styles P
Represent the L.O.X
Big up to all the massive rude boy on
deck
Niggaz yellin' out what the blood clot,
lick enough shots
Finna bust a flow like buckshot
What's up Franklin Avenue?
These Brooklyn niggaz runnin' wild
through the jungle like caribou
Rap immaculate
I spit fire that will get tobacco lit faster
than the rider on the chariot
Old school and cooler than the river
watered downstream
Hit the block hotter than them grits
poured in Al Green
The cops flashin' the lights, passin'
them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat you
like “The Passion Of Christ”
They got a sicker fetish for violence
than Mel Gibson
We inject it in our system through
direct television
The way I'm spittin' Heaven through
the Hell we living
It's like fate is a fakery style you can
tell it's written
It's like a jail when you're sittin' in a
cell or prison
With destiny comin' in the form of
some mail or a visit
Yea opportunity's knockin'
Like the beat, cuz I got Pete Rock
and Beatminerz in my hemoglobin
Premier Show and Diamond D
Listen here we about to flip it on the
track like nine to three
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