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Straight out the heroin streets of the Bronx
of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' wigs back

if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest
In this rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let motherfuckers know

You look, I look, you invite it, I
I forever wearin' it, you stone cold crook
What's truth, lie? Who's people, who spy?
It's life and death, choose or die

Ultimates who 'em, why do we even exist?
When we die, is there or is it total blackness?
For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all
We can exchange shots, until our melt

mad tension in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
Eject the from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like
It's business

Opposites, these be bendin' opposites
So put your in mine, best brace your spine
'Cause opposites may attract, but don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel vertebrates grind

Now delayed second thoughts run your mind
When my slugs connect and strike your arteries
When my fists connect, they causin' major
What you know Junior? You not

The South Bronx is the wrong place to
I don't an MC who has enough balls to diss it
rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with that ill type

Yo, I 'cause a bloody bath to make my buddies and gig'
My nutty wrath'll as long as I'm a nasty kid
I a pig and slit his throat just for [unverified] L
My skills, puffin' in Hell
(Undecipherable)

I doom the world I was God and throw my gun away
Then the moon out the sky and blow the sun away
Me and my brothers hardball
Strictly hardcore, 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm high then buddhaed
So you might get shot and lose a lot of
The spot I blew it at an age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage the thirty gauge

There's ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up, punchin' blows and uppercuts

The South Bronx is the place to visit
I don't know an MC who has balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be out nines
Hey yo Nut, hit 'em with that ill type rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed
Well I'll be goddamn it, I ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the when my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my

'Cause I got caught fuckin' my preacher's
Menace Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin' emcees up shit's
So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York

I'm a big fat dick, whack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
Take 'em home, 'em good
Then send 'em back to you in

You lose, I got, the ill street and still keep
The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the coast
So your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' like O.J.

Yeah, my motherfuckin' crew
out the South Bronx
The livest motherfuckin' corners of the
in realer, my motherfuckin' nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon, the
My nigga Big Dog
Straight out the Full Eclipse
All you motherfuckers know the times,

your motherfuckin' back
Blow out the of your domepiece
D.I.T.C. forever