Cross
It's Time I See You
[Drag-On]Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!Fuck why y'all niggas talking 'bout huh? (it's time I see you)Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge KnightDouble are's the only niggas he respect and, why y'all niggas shook right?Why y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritoneWit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take why y'all homeScared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life [nope]Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that niggaFor no cake, and why y'all can get at us on Labor DayWe make stones that say ? your moms labor dayI'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think ofHand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingersI'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double are's hoodratThe nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit[Cross]Why y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeighGimme the needle, not tomorrow, but todayCross coming why y'all better get the fuck out the wayI ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your churchI put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse[Infa-Red]Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizing (sorry)SongtexteI'm at your wake in the choir standing harmonizingIt's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heaterThe best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed JeterHold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reefSo stop fronting vegetarian just scared of beef[Eve]Yo, hey suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridiculousHere we go again, only we on Kiss shitWe coming and you keep runningYou keep claiming you the best that done itPussy let me see somethingFake niggas screaming "Ryde or Die"Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cryOutta all the camps in this game, niggaWe the champs in this gameWho kick the real shit before the fameFuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggasStill play the hood while you ride past niggasCoward trust me, we keep it gutterHope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh"It's time I see you"[Styles]Hey yo, I ain't got a care in the worldKidnapping your kid, maiming your mom, and airing your girlAnd like, you ain't got a care in the worldI'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gunAnd I'm down for smoking blunts to the headMy nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your headI'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by nowI'm the nigga that they talk about going to ChaoAnd my name ring bells, my blade stay bloodyIf you heard about me beefing dog I leave the most shellsThe nigga to salute, the quickest to shootHoliday Styles, motherfucker, giving you pound[Sheek]What? Like I won't run up and break your jawLike they make a vest for your head to stop the 4I'm tired of rapping, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacationRight in front of the radio stationMotherfuckers ain't quiet til the tech go offArteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shitI'm the motherfucking hardestI smack the shit out of any one of your artistsWhatever the labelWhy y'all niggas don't want beef, why y'all want meat at the tableAnd I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the boxBefore any of why y'all bitch niggas front on the LOXWhat? Motherfuckers, see man[Jadakiss]Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chestIf you from the streets betrayal is worse than deathAnd I'm known for getting money, not known for wildinBut I'm real I could rock both phones in the islandThis is how we even the betsI kill everything you love dog, right now, even the petsEverything got dubs on it, even the vets50 close, then 50 wide, even the setsCause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtingWhen they start hurting, that means they workingOnly way we coming is hardIndustry is like jail nigga, double are's running the yard, uh
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