Lyrics:
an MC like sodomy
Add tragedy, to your odyssey
For battle reservations call 1-900-SQUAD
Frontin' on us is like frontin' on God
I need your full
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
Hook one:
But I ain't turn myself into a monster the world made me a beast
It felt like
Everybody left us when we couldn't pay that lease
Shut down my
beliefs.
None of the individuals we encounter will ever be the
same, as their lives are irrevocably changed by moral
decisions made or not made.
Pieces
squad, so as far as us
I ain't got to answer the shit, so if you see me in the club
keep your mouth closed and dance with a bitch
Cause I'm bout to be
I be chillin'
Watching for the blue like a villain
Bully in the battleground
Hurting kids feelings
Black mask covers the face
There's no telling
Critics criticize
When this is really live
Make this paper stack up rules that we live by
Loyal over dishonesty is what we live by
Bow Down Never Head up
The Beast come out
That's when The Beast come out
That's when The
Live New York rap, stay away from the pork crap
Actin' like you all that, get smacked
The Beast come out
That's when The Beast come out
That's when The
Live New York rap, stay away from the pork crap
Actin' like you all that, get smacked
shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with shit like this, after God blessed it
The whole world lookin' at me
Watching and waiting
me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish
or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can't escape the sirens
Don't take a scientist to see
mysterious like the Lochness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carnivorous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over you
I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah
Drop dead, put 'em in the ground
Bury 'em with their
us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers
Now why they wanna act like that
Like a boss nigga ain’t up next
Got
shivering
Throw your corpse like I'm littering
The illiterate insignificant little bitch kid
Thinking I'm kidding around
Until he goes missing in an instant
you too but please dont force us
Mama told me one day imma live it like I am royalty
Looked up and said "bet that by the time you out your fourties"
your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
it’s by Dr. Claude
Read it with your squad
Get money for us
Dumb it down for what
We been sleeping enough
Wake up AND turn your radio up
Turn it up
This
refuse to look at the truth
For all my niggas in the hood I was close to
I light a blunt and say a prayer like I'm supposed to
With Muddy Wolf and Monster
For there's one who's not like us
Yeah, there's a monster among us
Who could it be, it's not easy to see
It's not clear to tell who put us Through
a bullet for admission
Monkey Gang, Twitter fingers, shoot like Bryson Tiller
Fucking with my squad, get capped by all my niggas
On a different note, man my
world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me
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