Lyrics
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real dealers who ain't got no feelings
Check it out now
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, official white folks murderers
My mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get their whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots will make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real, my warm heart gets cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really
Hey, yo true spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas
Yo, why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile, back in LA the foundation
If I had to die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death and scared to look
You're shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks