Virtuoso - Slicin' Your Wrists lyrics

[Hook: *scratching of the lines*] "Anyone!"* "Act out and probably get a bruise" "Step out of place, they get slap in they face" [3x:] [Verse 1:] The date was approximately October 17th Just finished my four forty and sparked my eleventh beef I sit on the Charles river the temperature falls I shiver Wid a false sense of mind from bottles that scarred my liver So we rally troops, and roll to Harvard Square in browsy groups Thinkin' shall we scoop girls wid booties as ripe as Cali fruit We get there, one of the best pair of fellas I know Bat & One scat to gone to unborn pain To drain the lizard see this dame exquisite Now peep my game I hit it later right now My crew pushin' through, lookin' like somethin' major's happenin' Seein' how they be, wid One in back of 'em They told me that some kids up in the bathroom was harra**in' em Spotted em and went after them, and when we catchin' em We tappin' them on the shoulder and then my soldiers are askin' em Were they talkin' thrash they said no and started walking fast Knocked his a** flat on the ground he got his nostril slashed And left one cat standin' so my man turned around and back Handed not lookin' I heard the smack landin' And then we step from the scene thinkin' we extra mean Next we see the cats we beefed wid, come back wid extra team [Hook:] In life there's many situations Which can lead to confrontation Take the time for contemplation Try to end it with a conversation Cause the complications which evolve Get you torn without the need to spit revolver shells Miguel remembers back when I was young We would fight wid our fist And now these kids'll crack ya lung Wid a pipe or a brick And all the sons pack a gun Will take ya life wid a clip So no gettin' in a fight is like slicin' ya wrists [Verse 2] They came back with a football team to be exact The one was so tall that I could barely see the cat He squared up he said hit me and see what happens An open invite to fight boy you better believe I'm scrappin' So I wound up, and then I gave his face a pound what He on the ground completed because his beef was ground up I turned around ducked a s**a punch I'm about to knuckle up When one junior snuck in an uppercut And G came flyin' wid dreadlocks, threw him in a headlock Kicked his lips 'til they bigger than a breadbox Soon they called in the riot squad They tryin' hard to break it up Kids punchin' pigs leavin' they bacon cut They shakin' up they cans of pepper mace Once cop wet my face two boys grabbed me we had to jet the place My boy One got caught you know he's lyin' He's like Sir, I was just pa**ing through When punches started flyin' Washin' my eyes in the sink they burnin' and pink To think, I almost spent a night in the clink And then I paged my crew told 'em meet me at the crib Y'all know where the pad at kid We bout to smoke a fat a** blizz [Hook] [Verse 3] And yo, we got home not more than bout four Mattresses laid out on the floor like savages We crashed the backdoor My man asked for a bandage cause his hand was hurtin' And his shirt and elbow rip Heads told me the big fellow hit wit my fist Son he had a seizure in the pit When spit dripped out his lip We kicked the sh** out his click And not one of us got arrested While half the fools we dusted in the duel They holdin' in the cooler clutchin' swollen medullas When we rolled into the school the next day I heard my friends say damn son you served they a** a proper chunk They tried to play you but you got the punks I told 'em that's right Boy we the click it ain't no stoppin' us But that was back in the days Now these b**h a**, actors will blaze They roll packin' a guage So the moral's don't fight I won't front it was a dope night But when involved wid violence ya liable to get ya throat sliced [Hook x2]