When the survivors who's the wisest
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
Then I stomp your corpse
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
With half a million in the stash
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Passport with the gas, first name and last
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
Make no mistake, "The shit is real" as Joe
It's where's your gat
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
Just when you restin the Armageddon sets in
It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
It's where's your gat
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
John Madden tackle your corpse
Then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
One of the last livin' still in action, general assassin'
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
Smashin' any chest, passin' any test
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
You get laced for certain
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any tech
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent?
Take control, I'm makin' dough, but not enough to blow
Sacrifice your life to a higher force
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
Sick in the head and mental
It's not what crew's the livest
Charles Manson in the flesh
It's where's your gat
Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
It starts strong then lessens
We follow the killer's code
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Left him with so much stress, blessed him with no regrets
I'm hurtin', head severely really tryin' to bring the pain
Sew what you reap a wake up
Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person
Probably a stash magician
Then curse tu vida like a Brujeria verse
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
It's where's your gat
There's nuttin' mo' satisfyin' than when you cryin' screamin' my name
(T.S., yes)
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
The pain is great but only for a second
Halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin' to survive illegal
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Now I'm strictly out for cream
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
You made a grave mistake
