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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Stimme und Gesang
Raekwon
Raekwon
Stimme und Gesang
Big Noyd
Big Noyd
Stimme und Gesang
Havoc
Havoc
Stimme und Gesang
Les McCann
Les McCann
Sampling-Künstler:in
PhD
PhD
Sampling-Künstler:in
Prodigy
Prodigy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter:in
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter:in
Tajuan Perry
Tajuan Perry
Songwriter:in
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter:in
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Produzent:in
Schott Free
Schott Free
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Louis Alfred III
Louis Alfred III
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Smalios
Tony Smalios
Mischtechniker:in
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Matt Life
Matt Life
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, check it out now
Run for your life
Or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass, to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab **** to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you
There is no sequel
Twenty four seven, MAC-11 is my peoples
So why you wanna end you're little life like this?
'Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive the last night
Damn right, I ain't tryna fight
We can settle this like some grown men on a concrete floor
My slugs'll put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I'll grab the gat then
Ain't no turnin' back when I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs or anger or fear, 'cause you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger
Word is bond
Check it out now
[Verse 2]
I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
[Verse 3]
I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
[Verse 4]
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
[Verse 5]
Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from
'Cause where I'm from **** pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, **** don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through frontin' and they get stuck with the three pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'ma point the finger
On all you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill, but are you really real?
Step to the hill and I'ma test your gun skills
'Cause real **** don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buck wild
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'ma make your visit to the Bridge a mutherfuckin' short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
Six blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazin' at you?
With MACs and TECs to lend to get your dome crushed
You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck?
What the hell you smokin'?
What the fuck possessed you?
To come out your face
Now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask, and black serpent
Twist a ****'s cap then jump in the J30 'cause I'm
[Verse 6]
Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
[Verse 7]
Who's the richest **** in the projects?
Who got it locked? Rockin' convertibles, drop tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and players on his team
Who's organized? All eyeballs is on CREAM
[Verse 8]
And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay flashin' your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishin', team's untouchable
In the jungle bangin' Nas, Mobb Deep, and Wu
There's money out there
Guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
Drums in the mailboxes
Bitches holdin' your guns
You know it's out there
Thousands of grams wrapped in Saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness
That's how we expand
Masked avenger, drop your gun, son
Now surrender
Get ninja-ed on the Island plus the Bridge, boy, remember
[Verse 9]
My little thug sellin' drugs and he's strugglin'
The game got him buggin'
I try to tell him, slow down, cousin
But he's vexed and **** gettin' wet up in the projects
But when low down shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lye?
From smokin' that 118 tiny tye
Why? A **** just died last week
As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in these streets
But it's like that
My crew pump cracks and we pack MAC
His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he needs to be blessed
With a fire pack, don't even go there
'Cause it like that
Slow down, baby
He said, what, you tryna play me?
You must be crazy
Pull out the heat and almost blaze me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must've dazed me
Thugs sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs, but he ain't crazy
Written by: Albert Johnson, Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, Kejuan Muchita, Les McCann, Tajuan Perry

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