(feat. Masta Killa)



[kung fu fighting]



[Inspectah Deck:]

It's the sound of the slums, drama with drums

You pop shots with the corks, cause a problem for some

Got the whole city up, floatin' with the semi tuck

Roamin' out of zone, and I'm known in the gritty cuts

And a Wu Killa Bee co-d, dumpin' off

Broad day, no macks, so you know it's me

Notice me, I shine like July sun

Live son, I'm a rider through provide one

Show the CREAM, I bust and blow the scene

In a fast car, kickin' up dust and smoke screen

Hit a nigga hard as Joe Green, his whole team

Feel it, swollen veins, a dope fiend feeling

Coming out the mouth, like you won't be killing

Yeah, you sold three million but you banned on the block

Long guns to your face, pass the mansion and yacht

And you ain't retaliatin' man, you ran to the cops



[Masta Killa:]

Uh, all gangstas and fellow MC's, we now meet

The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least

The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece

You may not have heard of seen, my Murder One Team

Something's best untold, crime related

I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it

We all lay to play to the best, sip the fine grace

My rugged lifestyle is survived, I don't apoligize

Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compremising

When the guns is drawn, shots fire

Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired

Ya'll faggot niggaz wired for sound, before the things blast

Wait for the train to past, man, face down

We straight from the murder capital town, it goes down

Daily on the regular, dressed in assassin attire

The bulletproof rap, strap 'em with the bomb to his body

Ain't no coming back...