Ft. Kat
And they think they know you
Til one day they show you
So no matter what they say
I go hard
And they think it’s over
But it’s never over
Cuz soon as you think I’m down
I go hard
You done benched that b**h card
Been here before
But don’t ever let them see you
On the ground
Dues what you gotta pay
And people see you gotta say
So don’t ever let them see you
On the ground
Yeah, yo, aiyo, dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia
Bottles of the 150th, poured over twisters
Broken bones, The Pillage, Staten Island’s the illest
The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love raising, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach n***as how to walk again, from the f**ing shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dust bags, spoonfuls, the sugar help the medi’
Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Hang weed pops, isolator of hash bricks