Yeah, ni**a

The smoke of New York

Get up, come on

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you

Some say your soul may burn in the flame

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight

Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight

Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed

Ni**a sh*t is real in the field

What's the procedures ni**a

When you got a hammer in your mouth?

When you laid down and cry?

When you stand up and die?

Like the man that I am, fire

Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang

I'm a legend in the town, now

Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down

Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town

Ni**a see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound

Don't worry about my whereabouts

We air um out, clear um out, yes yes

The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up

Th-th-that's what's up

You too tough ni**a, you dun rap it up

Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up

Fif put in the call

We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you

Some say your soul may burn in the flame

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight

Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight

Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed

Ni**a sh*t is real in the field

You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer

Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka

Niggaz don't give a f**k

I seen a ni**a shoot my momz

Right in front of my mother f**kin' face

See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet

When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it

Slugs ain't never outta season

All you gotta do is give a mother f**ker one reason

Blood stains on the ceilin'

Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em

Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun

'Cuz you gon' get your punk a** robbed with the young

You know the drill

I'ma give your a** three seconds to bounce

And you better not chark

One, f**k that, dumb b**ch, rest in bliss

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you

Some say your soul may burn in the flame

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight

Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight

Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed

Ni**a sh*t is real in the field