(feat. Afta Maff)



[Afta Maff]

Hey, let me hear that first

Nineteen-ninety Afta

Cleveland up in this muthafucka

Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch

Flesh-N-Bone



Son of a bitch, you'll be runnin' up all the time

Tryin' to test my hood

I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good

Punk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin' the script

And pop in my clip, and puttin' my pump-pump on ya

And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes

And now that ass is a fuckin' goner

You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will

I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors

So bitch, you be guardin' your grill for real

My niggas got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-bitches off

You fuckin' around with the big boss

And I always got my Nina Ross

Ain't catchin' a nigga slippin' up at the lights

So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky

As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land

And ya know we straight hustlas, and

Never to be no bustas, and (?) say fuck ya

                                            

(Gunfire)

Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come down 

Niggas better not slippin', come again

? niggas better not slip when I'm up to no good

Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come



[Afta Maff]

Afta Maff's comin' down your ass

With the aerial strike body snatchin' me ?

And deadly close and copper stress

Gettin' away is slight

And I ask myself what's the reason for

that treason that you committed

Open up killin' season, now it's time

To get your fuckin' wig splitted

Playa haters be makin' me relax into a dead spell again

Somebody should have told them fuckin'

With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends

Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic

Thought through my brain waves

Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome

Flashbacks of me diggin' graves

Torturin' slaves in the days

Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat

Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality

Even bustin' at shadows is a muthafucka's ? 

Lettin'Kamikaze and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you bitches'

Dome with the chrome and infrared scan

To stick clear is a safety tip

From the docks to the Clair

Me and my and niggas is emptyin' clips

(clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)



(Inserting of clips, cocking of gun, gunshots)



[Flesh]

You niggas pop off at the mouth

Time to stop or shots drop they ass

Make 'em shut up they lip

When we empty the clip on the Double Glock

Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff



Look out, my niggas, can't go when drop down my time

Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine

Find plenty ways to get the money, me money

'Cause then I'm a splurge on my kind

Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine

Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone

Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome

Hopped in the (?) headed for the north

Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground

Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound

Kick, pump rounds, spit off my rounds

Hop on my block, gotta get this click

But they're stickin' their guns to me

Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see

Murder ? that glock pop pop bullets

Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for

The people that I'm buckin' they lay

Put 'em in a grave

Away they stay shot the fuck up

When my niggas they spray

Should he pray to be saved?

Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue

Pop a lip on my corner, nigga, you's a goner

Mo Thug be the niggas who test you, put you to rest

Fool, and there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me

From makin' this call up to my dogs

Racin' over with the heat and makin'

sure that you takin' a fall

All y'all want fuck with Flesh and the Afta Maff

Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson

I'm a empty the clip on my weapon

If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'



Murder mo, murder mo...

Mo murda, mo murda, come come again



Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff

'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds

And ain't snatched but then ?

While your soul slowly gets reincarnated

But it's evident you heard the possibilities

But you was over-estimated

And you expected me to look deep in your eyes

And bow down to scandalous way

But see survival be one of the reasons thugs

Be packin' their shit for protection

When situations are life and death

A real true gon' result to elimination

For instance, I'm on the block

Servin' stones to dope fiends

Droppin' them dubs down 'til this knucklehead

Wannabe thug tried to test my nuts for the showdown

So I grabbed my security blanket, nigga

My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles

Spit out them hollow point tips

'Cause they're still rollin' for me

And now they aimin' for me

But my bitch, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin'

See, niggas be thinkin' they got the game - 

All sewed up and ready maintain

I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain

Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane

Soldiers ride against the terror



(Cocking of gun, emptying of clip)