Chorus (with epmd samples):



On you ("smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash")

On you ("mad and stuff because they don't have cash")

On you ("when i roll and stroll ???? always pack a tool")

On you ("just in case, a brother acts a fool")



[cl smooth]

It's death before dishonor, strap the vest down tight when you bring the

Drama

Now raise up off mine, and taste it in the raw

Before snipers on the floor galore, in my hardware store

Nightmares of thirsty crooks, niggas all acting fishy working off the books

Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed robbery

And provoke every last one gets smoked

No doubt for real it's like wildlife

Where thugs forever pull caps and always keep a knife

Cause on the strip warefare's inevitable, hot steel's incredible

And it's a pride the revolution won't be televised

As i supply and demand, as i build my currency to expand, call it progress

When i bless my territory all respect due

But can niggas keep it real? it's on you



Chorus



Step into the dragon's lair, where cl's the don and pete's the creator

Now praise the most high and represent the best

Cause the number one killer of black men is stress

The armed and dangerous, the bulletproof

Couldn't stop the homicide of another youth

Penetrating your body parts with hollow point shells, you fraud

Cause vengence is mine said the lord, indeed

My own click now truns greedy

Out of twelve of my soldiers, one will decieve me

With salt in the game, shame the family and push

My black ass straight into a terrifying ambush

The whole empire's at stake

Mastering the streets, devil the mental won't break and turn snake

For pete's sake you gotta be true to the crew

So if niggas want to set it, it's on you



Chorus



Capture the beast within me, beware when it's moving deep in new york city

The diabolical gangster chronicle mob scenes in all directions

The type of connections to get your wig split

Submit the wanted signs posted, chickens spots for major knots you get

Toasted

To the head piece, i release firepower, only i'm controlling

We put in work and got the right brothers rolling

When hell kicks off we lick off

Keeping mine hard like stone from the red zone, to each his own

Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash

But my pockets hit empty and my lexus crashed

But not in your wildest dreams

Hear my name in all the scandals and all the schemes, i rest in queens

The veronville's my capital, so memorize the cuts

Then give you two more seconds to get off these nuts, it's on you



Chorus



*song fades out and a freestyle session fades in*



[pete rock]

Check it, grap luva, if you're in the house

Just get on the mic and show 'em what it's all about



[grap luva]

It's all about the wicked check one two

Cause i rips a microphone and pass it to my crew

I don't drink no brew, i smoke nuff spliffs, i don't have no riffs

So check me as i shoot the gift

Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes

Off top of the dome every time

I'm glad this shit is going on tape

So i can escape into the beat and make nuff papes

Word to god, kicking nuff freestyle rhymes



*fades out*


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