 The harsh realities of life have taken toll. Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul. Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole. Take control. I'm making dough, but not enough to blow. Joes, they lust my... They lust my flows, but A.O. I don't trust the soul. That's all I know or need to. This, these evil streets Street'll meet you halfway and eat you. Alive, trying to survive illegal. I'll leave you lost, mount on a cross, Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force. Then I'll stomp your corpse. It's the Bronx of course. Recognize the accent. One of the last living still in action, general assassins. Catching any wreck. Blasting any tech. Smashing any chest. Passing any test. Charles Manson in the flesh. Any last request before you meet your maker. Sew what you reap or wake up. Shaken up a storm like Anita Baker. I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate. Incarcerate your fate in Satan's Fury Lake, and then I'll lock the gate. Make no mistake. This shit as real as Joe. We follow the killers. Killers code. When we come for you, tell me, where will you go? Nowhere to run. Hide. I'll find you and silence your screams. And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fucking dreams. You ain't a killer. You're still learning how to walk. From New York to Cali, all the real neggas carry chalk. Make you for death. Mark you for death. Won't even talk that east or west crap. From Watts to La Frank. It ain't where you're from. It's where's your get. You've made a grave mistake. Shouldn't have come here. You changed your fate. Your brains will make their view on the table when I raise the stakes. The pain is great, but only for a second. It starts strong, then lessens. Just when you're resting, the Armageddon sets in. Left him with no so much stress. T.S. Blessed him with no regrets. Yes. Welcome to hell. Son, the threshold of death. Face the serpent. I blaze your prison. A person. You get laced for certain. Leaving Jake's no trace to work from. Close the case like curtains. I'm hurting heads severely. Really trying to bring the pain. There's nothing more satisfying. Then when you're crying, screaming my name. It's not a game. It's purple rain. Floods of blood stains. Big puns in my thugs name. Busting my guns. That's my love thing. I'll slit your jugs, vein, and snatch your Adam's apple. John Madden, tackle your corpse. To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle. That'll have to hurt. I'll work your body till it bursts. Then curse to vida like a bruhia versa. I'm worse than anything you've ever been through. Sick in the head and mental. Essentially meet to be the sole threat against you. When you awaken, your blood will be taken. Faken like you Satan. When I'm the rhyming abomination. You ain't a killer. You're still learning how to walk. From New York to Cali. All the real niggas carry chalk. Make mark you for death. Won't even talk that Easter west crap. From Watts to La Frank. It ain't where you're from. It's where's your gat. You ain't a killer. You're still learning how to walk. From New York to Cali. All the real niggas carry chalk. Make mark you for death. Won't even talk that east or west crap. From Watts to La Frank. It ain't where you're from. It's where's your gat. It's hard to recognize which guys are spies. Be advised people. We recognize who lies. It's all in the eyes Chico. We read them and see them for what they are. These in the undercover cars. Taking my picture like I'm a fucking star. I'm up to par. My game is in a smash. With half a million in the stash. Passport with the gats. First name and last. Ask anybody if my men are rowdy. Give me the minishoot hotties. I'll body a nigga for a penny probably. I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related. If it shines I'll take it. Still in my prime and I finally made it. I hate the fact that I'm the last addition. Properly a stash magician. Could have went to college and been a mathematician. Bad decisions kept me out of game. Now I'm strictly out for cream. Doing things to friends I doubt you'll ever dream. My team's the meanest thing you ever seen. Measured by the heavens kings. Down to the devil's mezzanine. I've never screamed so loud. I'm proud to be alive. Most heads die by 25. Or catch a quick three to five. So be advised the streets full of surprises. It's not what cruise the live is. One that survives is who's the wildest. You ain't a killer. You're still learning how to walk. From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk. Mark you for death. Won't even take that east-west crap. Talk that east-west crap. From Watts to Lafrank. It ain't where you're from. It's where you get. You ain't a killer. You're still learning how to walk. From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk. Mark you for death. Won't even talk that east-west crap. From Watts to Lafrank. It ain't where you're from. It's where you get. You ain't a killer.