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