1 - We shootin' to kill, nigga We shootin' to kill, nigga Ain't no fuckin' warning shots When you come around here nigga All the things that I got, yo Is shit I worked hard for Life in the metro's so cold
I'm on some other type shit I'm on some crazy ass shit I'm on some fuck with me bitch I'm on some get your ass kicked It's not the power of Miss The work of secret politics (The rumor's turned to an arena) Between the old and new bitch I think ?? that don't move to ?? Society has been the education of ? Risin' to the fuckin' top What we believe is what we share To get rumblin' like the Bronx Like the Chinese folks was there I'm fuckin' live that is ?believe well? It's known to be the truth It's ? of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga? Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit pops off? Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off Project told you once before Workin' to ensure my victory
I'm in this world with no one to turn to I'm livin' kinda thuggish Thinkin' crooked, just to come up You see this fuckin' world And ? is without the beat So I kick it by my lonely This real G, to make my riches Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses Cuz ?? resurrect from all this player hation You see my nation is mass destruction And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls And it's so bad because I know Oh they done clickin' with the quickness Because this system is makin' hard How else can I make a livin' With wealth, it be a better future It ain't our fault that our enemies bleed ?? what I do to all you fake ass G's, so please Don't go rubbin', ?? gonna make me This city has got me pacin'
I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers You wonder what's really real When fuckin' with G's like mack Curiousity killed the cat Bust it, we down for whatever Whenever, what nigga, think you clever? My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath It's thunderin' and lightening Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies I'm runnin' up on the scene I'm sorry, it's killin' season Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse It ain't no time to get sloppy Standin' strong, holdin' on Competition can't stop it To all my foes, I let you know I keep that 9 in my pocket I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse The result from all the ? All was left was dead souls To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible A mack for life, I'm out this thang, man