7L - Graphic Violence lyrics

I take it to the streets carjack 5-0 Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big a** bag When opened up it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and d**h The pistol on me that I rock it ain't by Mitchell and Ness I need medicinal tests cuz I'm sick in the brain Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin' this pain I'm takin' names on the reg make 'em beg for their third leg Weeks later, find him in the woods like a bird's egg I got the knife now limbs I'm hackin' off Plus I fire tecs like layoffs at Mackintosh Slackin' off ain't allowed when you're on a mission To annihilate entire nightclub crowds Emptyin' every clip, I'm fightin' all types of sh** I've been hit, I really like this sh** Some muthaf**as should be payin' me to write their sh** Whilin' out bangin' out Bacardi bikes and sh** I won't settle, I deserve a medal Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level [Cop Talking Over Radio] Units in area come in, code 11–352 Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity On route to reported drug transaction Investigate immediately [Esoteric] I load up the Glock I line cats in chalk Lotta pigs pullin' triggers to blaze ya whole block Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim d**h Don't, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh My retinas stained by this graphic violence When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants Lock and load f** buryin' heaters I'm ruthless like a mother tryin' to bury a fetus I'll wet you up like you stuck in the rain Hit you in the jugular vain I'm pluggin' ya brain [Guy Talking] Ya punk a** wanna try somethin' with me? [Esoteric] Yeah what's that f** that Muthaf**as bustin' at me I bust back Sword blaze my forte you can't floor Shay My style is negative like the image I portray Change descriptions, let my beard grow I'm weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe Tryin' to make it to the next bar without crackin' a whip 5-0s start crackin' the whip Do a search find crack in the whip Grab a jacket and split [cop yells “hold it right there”] I'll be back in a bit now I'm packin' a clip [Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells] “I ain't goin' nowhere, take that take that You ain't k**in' me you ain't takin' me alive I ain't goin out like that” [Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)] Yo, take that sh** the f** up outta there What I tell you bout makin' all that (no) Ya Tec? Ya Tec? Take ya a** to bed god dammit (no no) No more XBOX for you for a week (no) I'm sick a this, matter fact f** that (takes off his belt) C'mon boy, I'm bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt) Muthaf**a, take that muthaf**a (Esoteric cries) Aw hell boy, stop that cryin' I didn't raise me no little bytch!