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