[Verse: Lyrikile Trife]
Who got more murderous verses than bellevue got nurses the truth hurts kid feel like i'm carrying curses listen i'll split your f**ing top off and leave a finger print on purpose pack more heat like furnace's n***a your click nervous my squad be godly hermits who carry guns without permits illegal f** that! ain't no f**ing tie score equal i gets lethal go out and k** more people word i don't give a f** ya'll could call a cop n***a's thought i stopped so i had to rain shots like water drops i'm sort of hot packing the heat you probably get back stabbed in the beef instead of a craftmatic pick a casket to sleep i'm back in the streets lyrikile the trifest jacking for beats right now your entering the mental course of an extortion beware of caution when crossing this dead man walking keep your mouth close when i'm k**ing you or get shot up while your talking n***as best to start honoring got more wifey's than salomon i'm nice and swift with the gun like charles bronson ain't the nba but i'm reeing like d rodman repping in cnn y like lary johnson you gonna do what to who? i beg your pardon n***a i'll feed you shells like olive garden i'm iller than taking a hammer and beating your knees and walking through south central la bleeding in jeans waking up the next day in breathing machines flashing back to being shot and repeating the scenes on how you just got smoked and if you do live you'll be scared to tell it like a biggie and pac joke