Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo,
yo we the gods still tear the whole hood apart
Dots that'll splatter through faces,
taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual plus professional,
and war bounds the vegetables
Shit is right here, like my fly gear
we the gods still tear
the whole hood apart
Dots that'll splatter through faces,
taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual plus professional,
and war bounds the vegetables
Yo we the guards still tear
the whole hood apart
Dogs that'll splatter through faces,
taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual plus
professional and war bounds
Yo we the guards still
tear the whole hood apart
Dogs that'll splatter through faces,
taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual plus profession
al and war bounds
The vegetables,
shit is right here like my fly gear
Dare any white man or fan
nigga ran through niggas
Blue shotties and nig gas,
lobbies the grand rizzo
We left, the radio broke,
I yoked my vocals hitting green smoke
A law man, show me when the needle broke,
numb the whole crowd up
Stu pid ass, laugh out the, never knew what they had,
now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision,
lines jumping out of commission
Divine got me, nigga the boss,
he popped me,
Ray we gotta generate law
I feel you got tech to mill dude,
buy jets and vehicles
Steal a little, wrap up the whole
rap government
Go ahead,
y 'all floss with it, walk with it
I'll slap your boss with it, navy blue
New
York fitted
I'm cold, frostbitten,
two puffs and off with it
Your smell of earth for our lettuce
box is forfeited
Blocks is hot,
feel a shot from the forfeited
With no regard for your boulevard,
just a shit bag and bullet scar
It's the red law, riddle me this,
riddle me that
Who the pretender,
and who the doorman that let him enter?
The
Wu -Tang, 36 chain, what you smokin'?
Got you in the game chokin', like
Van
Gundy coachin'
Your street team, bunch of weaklings,
don't ever let me catch you reaching
Respect when a grown man is speaking
Shhh, keep on sleeping, and just like
TLC, I'll keep on creeping
The 5 % of y 'all, keep on teaching
The heat -seeking,
Mr.
Of ficial
That got issue, like
Funk
Doc got snot tissue
It's hot niggles
Everywhere I turn, I see your face
But you're never there
Shhh, shit ain't over