Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did hed still be alive
Al Pacino fucked up twice
Im a vamp up any block who aint taking my life
I might end up on the beach with my seed and my wife
One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle
I caught bodies out here, homie, yall cant fumble
Most of my felonies are legendary
Thats why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries
I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in Hell
Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved
This is purgatory, another first degree murder story
They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me
Thats when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out
Eyes bugging out my head tapped out
Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out
Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out
Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home
Im an heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone
Im no Al Capone or Corelone
But Ive been known to put a hit out on the microphone
Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code
Ill detonate my payload and watch it explode
Its a gangster boogie, its a soldiers hustle
Little bang take big bank if it got muscle
Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next
This aint strong-armed robbery, we got a small armory
Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the cops
Deep undercover like we running black ops
Battle cry singing, youre on my dick swinging
Aint nobody fucking with this drama Im bringing
Some men are king and some men are peasants
So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king
Im from the double S till I drop
I rep the bubble vest with a Glock
My trouble stem from all the death on my block
The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop
Jail cells are funeral plots, theyre stressed in a box
Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees
My hoods the Gaza Strip, this raw shits a part of me
A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly
Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me
A killers lottery is roulette, not on himself
Thats when Russians test the Mexicans and see whos next
Hit the block and youll catch two Techs
Nevermind where youre from, were reacting cause we preview death
Drive-by murder hit with a live burner
You try to shake a barrel to buck, its not heard of
You are not everlasting, get slain by Ill Bill
One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill
Theres so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked
If you think about touching mine, the hammers on cocked
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We never stop the hustle, get the paper and fly
Thats life in the city, shit is gritty, no it aint pretty
But we on the grind, homie if you aint rolling with me
When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer
So then were searching to remove your ass, aint taking no chances
In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces
Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating
You better take a look and recognise the monster created
I think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred
What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?
What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street?
When there aint no opportunity trying to make ends meet
Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite
Yeah, Im a DMS soldier, EMS hold you
Now youre knocked the fuck out, you need a rest I told you
Homie you dont walk with a lean on my shoulder
Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a ?
Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture
Who am I to revel? What Im being is a vulture
On both coasts with the toast to roast you
My souls so close to approaching hopeless
Flows so dope I do coke to focus
The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking
You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious
I know this, I always had a prose composure
Let the curtains close cause your shows is over
Theyll be no more of you posers posing
Its raw uncut with a weapon to shoot
Im the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what!
