It's a lot of double crossers out here

I rely on talent though

One gun up

I represent the epitome of lyricism

Double crossers die slow





Sometiiimes, I think about it

And my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!)

About the sweet sweet love lost

And the way i got double crossed

By a guy who was my friend

I see him now and then





My enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeat

I write with a fire in pen and signature the beat

In and out of the system, snitches get released

They eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streets

Niggaz get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feet

Get cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheek

I carry the broke gun, was missin off a piece

The clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beef

The clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heat

I force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sink

Went on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeks

Don't communicate with the Jake or listen when they speak

"Come out wit ya hands up, this is the police!"

I tell 'em "Hell no, no surrender no retreat"

They wasn't built like me, these niggaz don't compete

Ya gimmick is unfinished, my image is complete

You say you underground but the wisdom that I speak

Walks upon the ground you livin' underneath

Mainstream dream I was lifted from beneath

Anybody deeper me's the deceased

But yo, you ever stared at a man with the vision of a beast?

Make 'em look just like food, just lift em up and eat





You wanna be a thug, I must say

It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way

The more money then the more gunplay

But everybody gotta go one day

I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky

So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes

Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy

Brooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die





Before I had an interview, a photo shoot and a show

All I had was a jukes, I laid niggaz on the floor

When I run in the spot, I know when its time to go

Get the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the door

Niggaz do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4

Pull a gun on a “Yes” man and make 'em say "No!"

How long you been beatin' ya girl?, you straight wilin'

Now you in and out of the can, domestic violence

It's kinda childish, man I wouldn't wanna be you

The judge gon' either 2 to 6 you or 1 to 3 you

On the visitin' floor, with the girl who ID'ed you

Dem broads'll get you locked up, then come see you

I be in ya hood, I got a chick on ya block, 

I be spendin' the night, she got a nice lil' spot

You say ya hood tough and whatnot

But all the times I been in ya hood, I never heard one shot

Hop in the caddy truck and swerve up the block

The nerve that I got it

Niggaz be actin' like they harder than me

But tell me, How hard can they be?

Startin' wit me, then wanna squash shit wit me

Mayne u far from a G

All those fagets gonna either have to Automatic, or Revolve' it wit me

I was mindin' my own, why they botherin' me?

I bring death upon enemies

If my daddy was a real nigga-what they thought I was gon' be?

The apple don't fall too far from the tree





You wanna be a thug, I must say

It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way

The more money then the more gunplay

But everybody gotta go one day

I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky

So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes

Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy

Brooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die