[Intro Esoteric] I take it to the streets carjack 50 Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag When opened up it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death The pistol on me that I rock it aint by Mitchell and Ness I need medicinal tests cuz Im sick in the brain Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin this pain Im takin names on the reg make em beg for their third leg Weeks later, find him in the woods like a birds egg I got the knife now limbs Im hackin off Plus I fire tecs like layoffs at Mackintosh Slackin off aint allowed when youre on a mission To annihilate entire nightclub crowds Emptyin every clip, Im fightin all types of shit Ive been hit, I really like this shit Some muthafuckas should be payin me to write their shit Whilin out bangin out Bacardi bikes and shit I wont settle, I deserve a medal Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level [Interlude Cop Talking Over Radio] Units in area come in, code 11352 Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity On route to reported drug transaction Investigate immediately [Verse 2 Esoteric] I load up the Glock I line cats in chalk Lotta pigs pullin triggers to blaze ya whole block Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death Dont, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh My retinas stained by this graphic violence When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants Lock and load fuck buryin heaters Im ruthless like a mother tryin to bury a fetus Ill wet you up like you stuck in the rain Hit you in the jugular vain Im pluggin ya brain Ya punk ass wanna try somethin with me? Yeah whats that fuck that Muthafuckas bustin at me I bust back Sword blaze my forte you cant floor Shay My style is negative like the image I portray Change descriptions, let my beard grow Im weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe Tryin to make it to the next bar without crackin a whip 50s start crackin the whip Do a search find crack in the whip Grab a jacket and split hold it right there Ill be back in a bit now Im packin a clip [Outro Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells] I aint goin nowhere, take that take that You aint killin me you aint takin me alive I aint goin out like that Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there What I tell you bout makin all that no Ya Tec? Ya Tec? Take ya ass to bed god dammit no no No more XBOX for you for a week no Im sick a this, matter fact fuck that takes off his belt Cmon boy, Im bout to whoop that beats Esoteric with belt Muthafucka, take that muthafucka Esoteric cries Aw hell boy, stop that cryin I didnt raise me no little bytch!
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