[Produced by Justus Redix, Scottie Benzo]
[Verse 1: Justin Ali Black]
Lots of pain in this game I crave
Long dick like a tick pinch you in the face
Evasive maneuvers throwing bodies out the way
Bulles gone spray AK's I say
Damn bayonets have you wet all day
You wanna recollect ya set? I don't play
Cause some disrespect
I bet the whole world gone remember how I rocked and my f**in silhouette
Reapin necks and brains
Throwing punches that are so damn precise they'll puncture ya membrane
I'm insane
The thin chain will get stained for a couple loose dollars and some pretty new fangs
I been changed the groove bang, the new stang
Boo thang throwing spice now my eyes is ooo-zang
The nuce hang, pools of chain, fools ordained
Gain some advice before ya loose ya lanes
No time for stopping
You steady tryna bounce but the 9's is chopping
Gon' use ya noggin, drop a** down for cover
Bullets pierce through wood seeping smoother than bu*ter
Don't move don't studder
Never show no fear and never love a lova'
n***a word to motha'
I'll light the whole night... And no wife beater needed when i'm choking out a dike
So get it right
Do you want a fist fight? Or a fist fulla fright, fright night, Friday night lights
Have ya eyes dilated like ya on that act right
(The pack write poems of hate that lack right)
So close doors, no who*es, hold people from before
Accepting vague only rages new wars
Get ya bank roll
N put ya sista in a honda accord and pray again you'll never see this world cause...
[Outro: Szjerdene]