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"'cause no matter who you are, you're still catching bullets, god" [Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and can't back it That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket Peel his cap once cause I know it's all it takes Watch the muthaphucka bawling, his body catch the shakes (BLAST) Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try The muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission To get an autopsy, a raw see-O, ya can't stops me Now tell me is there anybody else Before I put my AK back on the shelf Cause I put in work like Job Corps Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for Their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me coming, nigga, run [Chorus: x2] "See I had to lick em"
"Punk muthaphucka" [Repeat: x4] "'cause no matter who you are, you're still catching bullets, god" [Sadat X] Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screaming Six girls crying wild 'cause Money had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My Moms know the time so she want to send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends She says they strictly fucking, I could get away from bucking She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard Tell my Moms I ain't leaving, my crew said to stay My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off And if I choose, who's somebody might die And if they don't die, they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back, he's talking pussy talk "'cause no matter who you are, you're still catching bullets, god" [Chorus: x2] [Lord Jamar] Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9 Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime I said I'm not the nigga to be playing out I'll leave your body laying out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose Some silly goose, we be down on the subway He gets no love 'cause he's rubbing me the wrong way Disrespecting, infect the masses So I elect to come direct and dissect some asses My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat Now you shut your fucking trap 'cause you was who I's fucking at I got you sucking at the chrome like a nipple The only way your ass is going home is as a cripple [Sadat X] And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress My little man Satan got something in his jacket Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm My man mean a lot these days I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the stock And everybody's fucking, yo Money, she wasn't great You just got mad, ya girl got videotape So save the noise, niggas, 'cause I can't hear "Cause no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" [Chorus: x2]