GOD E

Watch where you walk in the streets of New York Where the sign says don't walk and people Still walk Don't talk, fuck the neighborhood that You be livin' in We stomp you out with Timberlands and throw you to oblivion 'Cause it's Like every motherfucker that I meet Wanna stop me And kick rhymes dead in the streets They walk Around in their disguise Spread they rumors and they Lies But now they all recognize us down in The prize I give it to the boy, word Bond, he got balls There too many bottles on These walls, first of all Like costly, Scheming rap sheets for thoughts Lion harshly Defeated seeking things he didn't earn Niggas do Burn to learn so they live torture It oughta Be the half not beat just like Papa But Get this, dude, know of Jehovah But witness two Concrete streets meet these soldiers Plus just last Week I seen Asia and Monique Walk right past My ass and didn't even speak He say she Say I'm happy like Mary J Wear my hair Nappy while I sip Alizé Sometimes funky, In the storm gets muggy Ask D-O-G-O-D don't like Ugly Smile in my face behind my back it Talks trash Mad and stuff because your crew won't Last Smile in my face behind my back it Talks trash Ask D-O-G-O-D don't like ugly My name Is be Chris, this nigga you done crossed over Looking for ways back but you got lost, puppy Tortures Another, now I get crushed in the dust Fuckin' around with us, nigga, you know it's Dangerous So trust me when I'm smellin' your fears And by the way, gwan get the fuck outta Here I swear we can't trust niggas around here A moment of pause is making me unaware So Keep your head up, big stud, but I creep On your fleet The shit is down here, from Here it ain't shit sweet Meet the trio, Treang, L-O-U-I-E and D-O Original guns, Two-two-one like knights of Lycenoe No need for this Ruckus Dumps are bustin' down if they think they Shit's so different like us But today, allow Yourself to embrace All the mace in your face I'm tryin' to pace in my place Don't waste Your time tryin' to take mine 'Cause all you Feelin' is a nickel-plated nine to your spine in My face behind my back it talks trash Caught Up in the drug game and you wanna get Out fast Smile in my face behind my back It talks trash