(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 I'm from New York nigga, the murder capital
 Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
 I'm a sinner, I hope God forgive me
 At the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live me
 All my niggas is hardcore criminals
 All I got left is my word and my genitals
 I'm on some thug shit till I get cremated
 Me and Larry Davis probably related
 I hate the judge and can't stand the cops
 Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
 You wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smoked
 I'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!
 I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!
 I'll make Ted Bundy look like the pope
 I show no love cuz I ain't got no feelings
 You know the routine, reach for the ceiling
 And if not for you, do it for your child's sake, nigga
 I'll get you murdered then come to your wake
 I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
 Niggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verse
 Holdin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bid
 I'd rather die, put that on my unborn kid
 There's two ways out the game, death or jail
 If there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?

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 There's two ways out the game, death or jail
 If there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)

 [X-1]
 X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck
 Out your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you out
 Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
 And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
 Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit
 Most y'all cats is wack and need practice
 Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
 It's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than this
 Squeezin hard for the chips
 More bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of it
 Every car hidden got a gun in it, I'm tryin to get mine
 Get out and run wit it, kid extort your block
 Unorthodox, this is all off the top
 X-1'll throw you off the docks
 And I done laid the best to rest over this music
 Half y'all niggas is S-O-S WHAT
 Stuck On Stupid

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 [Blaze]
 Slugs I send express, take it to your face and chest
 Digest gun smoke, don't provoke finger in trigger
 Been love sick, gat throw like ugly
 Mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit
 One of you bugs better maintain
 I claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane
 Never miss when I cock the four-fifth
 Stain your garments, hit any target
 From New York to Cali, I leave you fucked up in a back alley
 Swell you up and bury your heart
 Shells won't stop fallin, once they start blocks spark
 It's trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble
 Hell cuddles my life line in this trife time
 Bust shots, live nines
 Drive mines crazy like V-J Day
 Live life the PJ way, it's D-Day
 When A & A sprays
 Travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin
 Blaze slays rivals when battlin

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