[Hook: T-Rock]
He talk alot about the game but he ain't got it
Heen got it
He talk alotta gangsta sh** but he ain't 'bout it
Heen 'bout it
Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain't rowdy
Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy
p**y n***a ya ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it
Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it
He ain't ride it
He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it
He ain't 'bout it
Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it
He ain't ride it
He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it
(Young David n***a, Area 51 in this motherf**er)
[Verse 1: T-Rock]
You got my back and you see
Rebels who strapped to the teeth
We come in peace, but get wrong
And get body bagged for the beef
.44 mag is a beast
Pop at yo a**, you deceased
Leave you lay flat in the street
Yo head and toe-tag 'em to sleep
No love in my heart (?)
Now that I'm heartless and grown
Don't leave yo artist alone
He ain't really harder than stone
I'm a fool with the infra beam
When I put it right to a n***as spleen
Burn flesh up like n***a (?)
Cut heads off like guillotines
You don't wanna see tips fly when I blast ya
You ready? You about to meet the eyes of the master
Fakin' on the mic about the money
Motherf**er you a counterfeit
I promise I despise the reactor
And to you p**y n***as tryin' to take n***a name
Get the f** up out the game, recognize I been nice
I'm gettin' (?) and kilos
You try to underplay a n***a ego
With the knife to yo windpipe
You in the grace of David
You really wanna face the greatest?
I raise the hatred
Give up ... the faces
The art of war nobody today is greater
... daily basis (?) engages
In the hands of k**ers who parade the places
Robbin' motherf**ers ... in all ...
co*k gauge and waste ya
[Hook: T-Rock]
[Verse 2: II Tone]
Look I do this for the streets just to keep you on yo toes
Cause you n***as with the sh** and you gossip like some hoes
Where the Benz? Where the pounds?
Never seen you on a town
(?) in the hood can make it rain with milli rounds
I'mma keep on comin', never runnin', ten toes in these streets
n***as lie about it everyday but that's the way we eat
Have you ever bust a gun, seen a n***a gasp for breath?
Eyes rollin' in his head, walkin' to the light of d**h
Mean muggin', Glock huggin', see I'm ready for you k**ers
See it's life or d**h so watch yo step
Won't be no sh** bag n***a
Cold-hearted like a snake and you n***as think it's fun
Got nothing to prove, ain't sh** to lose, like rebel with a gun
Angel dreamin', realisin' that a n***a gon' maintain
With the clouds of purple-yurple and a b**h on c**aine
Like a lie about yo life cause you want a ghetto pa**
You gon' make a n***a like me run into yo a**
[Hook: T-Rock]
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
I am Lord Infamous, it's so ridiculous
How fast I pull out this trigger and hit ya
Lil trick you don't want me to come get up with ya
Cause I will erase your punka** out the picture
Samurai split ya, .44 lit ya
Do not approach cause the locals will get ya
Rumblin' rough as rowdy as wizards
Kami Kaze, split you like scissors
Goons and goblins, mobbers, robbers
Where I'm from they throb for victims
Tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em to the river
After k**ers sick 'em
It don't matter mane, just pick 'em
Put 'em in a bag and zip 'em
Aimin' 50, catch you slippin'
223 start to rip 'em
n***a you got it all f**ed up
You think I will put this only on guts
Better go and catch a cut
Before I crank this chainsaw up
Slugs you will swallow
I fill you with hollows
Yo n***as would follow
There is no tomorrow
When I crank this auto
I hit the drank bottle
And leavin' yo bodies in the grotto
No n***a's safe, no n***a's straight
That's the Scarecrow motto
And f**in' with k**ers that jack car b**h
Then you hit the lotto
I hear you spooky, I hear you tough, I hear you really bad
But you just beggin' like b**h with this heat in yo a**
[Hook: T-Rock]