Death Wish

("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You want to escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace You're being replaced by a stranger I injure, and escape like a ninja You got struck by a fucking revenger A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys in G's a madman, came from the Badlands Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher You got a problem, I'm a problem solver Solve more problems with a .357 revolver Come near you pay dearly And I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly On a sole role, the golden mic holder And I flatten your ass just like a steam roller Pity for niggas I waste Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace I got your ass on target You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market Rhymes choke you like a headlock If a sucker's asleep, I turn his shit into Bedrock Come on son, get done in Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming I enlist punk niggas that want some of this And what's left is the breath of a death wish ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster I got a story for each little poor territory The ghetto glory in all categories The death threats I received from the head vests I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet The troop that stoops to brutality Giving all nationalities a taste of reality cool G Rap is here to draw And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue All victims unidentified, so check it You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record What I use to torture liars: Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers So you thought you could last? Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass Eric B. is the undertaker His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker Quiet type, but I won't have it Cause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic So if you know what I know, see what I see G Rap is down with a mafioso posse And I'm quick to go stick other suckers With a smile just like a sick motherfucker A bullet inside the sucker's guts and Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the Hudson This is for all the non-believers They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver Don't even try to get fast You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your ass A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless You stepping to cool G Rap, then that's a death wish ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)