(featuring Restless)
Its the illness on Yo hit me Youngn' Joe Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X UP!
Boy, look what you done now Ain't no this or calming it down Don't let me one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the Man, look you done started now Ain't no stopping or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you out of pound Heart is cold, be in war the motherfucking cradle to the grave
1] Cowards en traced all this anger and Gon' make me abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be see another brother succeed So you backstab 'em to see how long he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops told me never fear no man why I'm scarred up on both hands And never a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of And I'm just too in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of And I'm too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all)
2] Dog I came here to prove wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving This is hardcore, no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything using a ratchet Competition 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation and grind Stop facing, shank you with knives You're missing a soldier, operation declined I'm a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, no getting behind Say what I choose I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of weather I learned to survive the hatred and lies That's why far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, you came prepared Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair
[Verse 3 - Fat B-X, T.S Ya me? Youngn' Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to us One false move and get up like one high loop, man I bang you in the club Drain the henny out your and replace it with blood You us to hell 'cause we too real two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for And I too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to a pair of Terror Squad balls Heard you niggaz want it us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the game niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the is mine And I ain't got no problem with with +Shyne+ Here's the real deal homie, stakes is at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker)