J. Cardim - Vendetta lyrics

[Intro: AZ] Yea, it's overdue right here Ya'll know what it is.. [Verse 1: AZ] The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform No applications for - snitches, n***as, but you can join Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime Superiority, I can stop time And I am the minority, so who can knock mines? Purposely placed here on purpose to shine Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind Get some M's, then gettin' to win And transfer all U.S. currency for yen A few friends, few next to kin Yes it's true, I flew through in that fluorescent Benz Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten n***as gon' respect my pen Survived in two droughts, two seperate games So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane" My homey's homey did ten an change So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain I explained it's bigger game then just street n***a fame Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane Reachin' the next chapter of life after I mastered f** it Fresh, address these little ba*tards [Verse 2: Fresh] Uh, yea, yea I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck The European stitch strong in the guts My n***a M3's doors liftin' up Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts Light pink heavy wit strong off the cuts Actin' like steady b**h, knowin' you a s*ut And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' sh** Pies of the bricks, the kid keep flippin' sh** I insist the stag' and seen different sh** Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh sh** In Duffle bags by Guc' The white double-stitch on the who*e that's Emilio Puc' Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth So listen up, young n***as cuz I'm speakin' perfuse Uh, yea [Outro: Ralo] The bigger it is n***a, the harder it falls n***as scared of LL, n***a give us the ball... Listen to this man I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man There ain't seldom is n***as born wit all the five senses The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this sh** close Cuz this is when a n***a is a last level n***a First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game You had to have be born with automatic understanding of the game from birth Then you gotta be unadulterated orator You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion Whether it's just talking or it's rapping Then you gotta be a law of inertia Mean that once you get in motion, and you get focused You get hot, that you cannot be motherf**ing stopped Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a ma**ive level Some n***as got it on minor, some n***as got it on major Some n***as got it on the master, master is the last level Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script The script... the script... the script... Yo real n***as you can't break And real n***a you can't make 'em man We've been big n***as all of our life man Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man