[Chorus repeat 2x]

[Dark Half]

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now

Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete

Now, told by the older god never put the heat down



[Verse One: Dark Half]



Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with

The winners bitches listen when I speak

Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep

Now I'm on point and move deep more relete

Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a baet down

We swept down these streets now like community

sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we

Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now

Bring It on when we borm ain't no rebound the war on son

No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat

now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype

Deep down its deep now watch and seperate

The wolf from the sheep now

May you rest ever last in peace regons compete

This year isare year knowlegde



[Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half)]



[Verse Two: wais]

Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough

Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt

In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a

Message let for shots sneak out front I don't

Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but

Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now

Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now

Catch me in the park after dark with seats down

I was known for emeny layin your feet down

Now I'm known for shit one hundred degrees

Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease

Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now

Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my

Killers up north who ever ran with me I'm still moving

With the canners g for the money there no problem

Pleanin the asanding



[Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais)]



[Verse Three: Memphis Bleek]

Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound

Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek

Now Seeind me dom't eat how I take from the fradout I'm looking

Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the

Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince

Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I

Can't settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now,

Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I

Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave

Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play

Cops game ,hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went

The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old

Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause

I heard heard and its first I'm a cat who get my money right

cause ain't fun in life If you runnin I'm runnin lite in the bslck v

Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks (Brooklyn)

I'm show em where the gats be mothersfucker