Verse 1

We here son

I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones

Don't blaze one

Just eat the bread that I break son



Trying to stop me

Leavin stuck on phase one

We here son

Ain't goin nowhere until we done



Take a track from Jay-Z

And flip back like crazy

Claimin you God

But look more like Patrick Swayze



Believe it you gonna lie

Believe it you gonna ride

By the words that we speak

You gonna live or die



Like it's time for the real ones to step it up

Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up



It's been along time

No longer the wait

Don't won't no food for the thought

Get away from the plate



Blasphemy dog

You a no name god

Heaven is gonna frown

On your whole lame squad



Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard

Can't even step up on the streets without your bodyguard



So listen up Hova

The wait is over

You losin all your luck

Like a 3 leaf clover



(D.C.P.)

Bandanna head rockers

Hell's most wanted

Biblical heat busters

Raw beef you don't want it

It's bad for your blood

C-walk all over your whole crew

Christ walk with cats like us come thru

You got a prob

Take it up with Elohiem

Think you stoppin us

Then playa wak up out your dream

We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team

Snatchin souls out of ya'll

My click be unseen

Better turn your life around like a U'ie

Cuz you headin straight to the fire

Like a fat dubie

Getting chocked up in the back of the club

Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs

Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin

Drunker

I ain't goin

Hittin the gates

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