(feat. Lord Harrison, Timbo King)



[Chorus: Prodigy] [sample]

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers

To real niggaz... to real niggaz



[Krumbsnatcha]

K-B-X, yo, yo

Who wants to test the untestable?

Infrared 9 at your spine, leave you vegetable

Where the bullet not, don't get caught in drop when the light change

Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane

Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on

Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon

Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit

Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets

I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns

and take funds, whether number 1's or sulibate nuns

Shit's official, fuck 5 mics, it's 5 pistols

Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue

Keep you runnin like runner, sweatin like summer

Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer

Beat that ass like drama, fade em out like Donna Summa

Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents



[Timbo King]

For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit

Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit

Corner thugs buggin on birds, we serve em purpose

The same 45 in your mouth, stuck up, your worthless

Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers

Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin

We on the block earnin thousands from PJ's to housins

Diggin pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire

Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires

We on some 86, stick-up figure impulse

The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult



[Chorus x2]



[Lord Harrison]

We leave em rotten just for plottin my squadren

get no part of this, we robbin, your position

on the mission to target, is you bitch made?

My army brigade got the plan made

We rippin thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade

The illest exectioners droppin this, with peace to the bottomless

It's symbolic to monogomous hollow tips

Rippin thru they vests for respect, nevertheless

to impress, we come in vain with some envious techs

My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry

that's constantly shootin for this life of equality

Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories

Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin phony

Receiver of many, I come with plenty

A posion for they belly, into Hell is where I send the

enemies, if you can stand the heat, step in the flame

and get your fame put to shame cuz you lame

Leavin your bitch rappers slain, truly insane

You leave this Earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars

is what you see when my 7-half mind spars



[Krumbsnatcha]

Yo, yo, yo

Desert Eagle at your cerebral, keepin you civilized

the thug way, your mug stay the same way the slug lay

Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts

Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch

like fleas, 8 million MC's drop to your knees like church mast

Play fast, full mission from the stash



[Timbo King]

Dirty burners blazin at night, we got the ave sewn

Chrome, nickel-plated, 44, murder, dead zone

Police tracin prints, stolen cars with tints

Bum bitches boostin gear, sellin clothes for cents

Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely

Drinkin Valentine ghetto bubbly



[Chorus x2]