Lyrics
Like three in the mornin, is the hardest
blood saturated suit when them things splurge all in ya roof
Nigga i got the mic, damn near everybody thuggin now, for my dogs firin at jake on fire escapes
On the corner, for my dogs firin at jake on fire escapes
beef when them shots start flyin through ya clothes
I m that thief in ya kitchen takin all of ya food, and when i m spittin it off
Yours is like arbor mist, y all niggas wanna go to war
Staten island stand the fuck up, shouldn t dose Icewater, smash fixtures
hit ya chest with the fifth
Who want it with stumik, all these faggot-ass rap niggas pissin me off, show em the loot
i give it to each of ya artists
i put one in ya nugget
Caught yo ass sleepin i suppose, don t bother kid
cold-blooded killas paint them pictures
i m that thief in ya kitchen takin all of ya food
Do the hundred yard didash, designated batter
I m hittin niggas, bring ya whole team
Nigga i got the mic, got machines disectin ya lids
Icewater don t come fi play we ain t playin with you, icewater don t come fi play we ain t playin with you
It s like it s like, beef when them shots start flyin through ya clothes, do the hundred yard didash
Comin with that full court pressure on his crib, all hands on deck, then it s murder when i step in the booth
I m that thief in ya kitchen takin all of ya food, damn near everybody thuggin now Murda, but i could teach you how to chop it and bag it just put in ya order
i am the truth
I m hittin niggas, yell out the stakes dog just for hidin the cake
i feel like he a threat then i ma gun him down
any champion in here i body any one of you niggas
Blood start leakin out ya nose, i will murda don t make me murder you niggas
And i must start to annhilate foes, i couldn t teach you about ballin