(feat. Angelous, Bad Seed, Cashmere, Jae Millz)



[Chorus x2: Sample]

Get this thing through your head

And they will never be no more

Tell me, tell me, about it, damn it



[Jae Millz]

Aiyo, I move with a click that's wreckless

And they ain't got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectant

So if I feel disrespected, I promise you family

Your body gon' be hollow tip infested

I come from the slums of the 212

H-Dub, Lennox Ave, fuck you gon' do?

We got wild clips duke, with things that'll hit you

And leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist through

Homes, you don't wanna push me there

To the point, I gotta leave you in a bush somewhere

Nah, you don't wanna push me there

It ain't worth it, dog, homeboy you better - better, huh

Before I aim in you -- huh, it's real

You heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz --

Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla at

I'm heavy ever where from Harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas sat

Hell is what I'm giving em, fuck hurtin', I'm killing em

Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again



[Angelous]

I nurture the track, the perfect of rap

Its nonsense how the don, get curved it, to clap

You miss me, simply, I asserted the track

Kay classic, the same game, dog, with packs

Mobsters with the arms up, feel the game wit me

Bomb up, as I conduct, this is Ang' furry, huh

I made berry, the whole league in Jones Beach

And bake berry, the H jerry's is so sweet

So brief, aim's gone, in the building

O.G.'s ain't honor the brilliant, except for the minds

That push the breathe, for the best to colide

Better yet, I put the X in define

Never fret, when it's beef, I put the pep' in the nine

From your brain to my watch, you be ahead of my time

Aim/shift, your brain wrist, the gate aimed to lift

The game will keep going because Angelous exists, bitch



[Chorus]



[Cashmere]

What up, it's Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellow

We in hoods like the jam in '86, hello

You know what that means? Ya'll the rap queen

Bunch of bitch niggaz, bow to your new king

And after this there won't be no more

You dudes, is full of hype, that's what TV's for

So, get it through your head, or the nine'll leave, eight holes in your head

Think I'm playing, nigga? I have my peeps pop out my the van

And you lookin like, a soldier out of Pakistan

Ask them dudes on this track, they'll tell you Cash the man

Whatever he doing, trust me, I know I can

I'm ahead of him, eight miles and running

I'm done busting shots, the next hit, the bomb drops

You cocksuckers is about to die, and -- let's go, come on



[Chorus]



[Trife Da God]

Either you get it through the head, or you get it through the leg

Either way, you graze these bullets, is gonna leave you dead

And I ain't freezin' up, when it's time to pull it, you heard what I said

It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz

And it's time for a reality check, yet I'm celeb in the hood

And I ain't even seen a salary yet

Ya'll niggaz flee when my calvary's step

Staten Island we rep, stylin' to death, pumpin' gallons to wet

And like Nick, yeah, I stay with the Cannon

Lay in fours, get, kid you stuck wherever you standing

Lay you on the strip, play you for a bitch, you punk

Pussy, you dealin' with crumbs, so stop actin' like you one tough cookie

I'm not the greatest, I'm the latest, ya'll faggots is imitators

Air you out like venilators, and bang you like skinned potatoes

Cuz most of ya'll faggots is sounding like little Jada's



[Maino]

Yo, I speak for the Stuy, Brooklyn is mine, get it through your head

'Fore I round these bullets up and send them through your head

Last nigga tried to stunt, left his hat full of lead

Left the picture that your see, for the inside of F.E.D.S.

I want you to think, that my gun don't burst

My tech'll make niggaz back up like cars in reverse

Definition of a thug, man, put in your work

And nigga act up, you put his work in the earth

Yeah, I'm hotter than you ever was, real? You never was

Hustle hard, nigga, we get you, whatever drugs

Bet you none of ya'll seen, machine guns rattle

So I let off, and let you feel the heat off the barrel

My dogs rocked up, and got you when you hit the gravel

Been a hard hitter, before the Mets signed Darryl

I'm your reaper, when I blast the street sweeper

You bitch niggaz'll crack up like cheap sneakers



[Chorus]



[True Life]

Yo, ya'll niggaz keep talking greasy, like I won't melt ya'll

See me in the streets, got more Smilez than Southstar

Pull your socks up, homey, you know what I'm about, yo

I was pushing rocks, you pushed the Roc, forgot yo's

Lot of niggaz thuggin', but not like me

Put the fifth to your nose, for being nosey

Fuck a throwback jersey, you trying to be Fabolous

End your career, have you resurface like Canibus

Nigga's shouldn't have let me loose

I'm well when I'm sober, imagine off Cran' and Grey Goose

I'm liable to clap the tech

Make you take that chain off, but I don't want a rash on my necklace

Shit, we ain't the same calibur, listen, your don

I treat ho's how I wanna, even got a bad blonde

Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on

Get this through your head, 'fore I flip over, your Yukon



[Bad Seed]

Streetsweeper, cock back, run up, where ya block at

Gettin' money, stop that, where the fuck ya'll rocks at

Bandana on my face, thirty nine on my waist

Shoot you if you try to run, nigga you ain't gettin' chased

You was poppin' hella shit, all that shit irrelevant

Sittin' on cake, and you waiting on the settlement

I'm a grown man, never run, never ran

And I don't play with kids, this ain't Never Never Land

Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at?

You get bucked at, crew you 'fore I Dutch hat

I smoke 'Cocoa Brova', stay with a 'Smif-N-Wessun'

Skip J in the Garden, and hit Slay session

Bad Seed from the top of the hill

It's still real though, Tarantino flow, keep it low, I Kill Bill