featuring Aftamath, Point Blank











[Aftamath]



Back in '87 started slanging in the hood



Sworn to the clique, now I'm in it for good



Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time



Steve getting his, big rob, I'm getting mine



Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel



Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome



3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes



I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son



Managed to 27 and my life is still the same



Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends



Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing



Now I'm hitting top, jacking fake cops



That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop



La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso



I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low



Devils run too, we get popped



Dodies still drop...







Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...







[Point Blank]



Yeah, fool, I'm back again committing a sin with the pen



Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen



Bought none in 9-trizey



So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say



Dissing my hood could be tragic



So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain't having it



Yeah, I'm from middle north and in north they don't play



You get your ass knocked off



for wearing your hat the wrong way



Point Blank is in the house so give me my props



Before I start blowing tops with Glocks



Punks take my name and put a '10' in front of it



They bittidy bittidy bit diss me



but I ain't supposed to say that



But on the real, take notes what I'm saying, gee



On the streets you can't take my props away from me



So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10



I put some working on your ass and that's on the fen



Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer



Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year



So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off



Step in to my hood and get packed off



Bodies still drop...







Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...







[Dope-E]



The South Park streets, that's where the Dope-E be dwelling



So I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I'm telling



The rap game is just like the dope game



I show no pain and the darkside I blame



Flames heat up from my heater, main



Oooh ueee, I'm trying to show you that I'm a real main



So don't test me cause I already know the answers



Suckers couldn't rap, maybe they can be my dancers



Anything goes and it goes where I'm from



I never feel sorry for you fools coming to get some



Get some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mine



I'm packing a 9 and I ain't blind



And you try to understand these street rhymes battles

Slipping into quick diss



Step into the war zone, it's on, there ain't no neutral zone



Stand your own and cover your dome, prone...



But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems...



You wanna try the double team



Get in your car, think again, take a long ride



Avoid the homicide, don't come to Park side...







Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...



Cause, you see, bodies in the ground



brothas still slaves...



Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves