Az - A.W.O.L. lyrics

[Animal] It's another interlude motherf**er You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully n***a, MTB You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it Motherf**er stab you in your throat with a icepick Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'mma do it, you heard? My motherf**in n***a A, it's the closin of the album n***a I salute you n***a, for never bein a b**h For never bein a b**h-a** n***a {*music starts*} Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back n***as doin mixtapes and comin back Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man Y'all n***as pay The Source for mics man Cause you don't know how to be an original n***a from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 f** the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it [AZ] I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire All-nighters, upscale attire In car get new cars you and your mans admire Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire I am that what the rap contracts require Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Rikers is priceless Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so Just ask it open or closed casket Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft sh** Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush Bravehearted, f** if they say squash it We remain the largest, we invade regardless Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford It's hard to explain my artwork One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders I know dudes who eat your food with a razor It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior Called addict, I talk about the j**elry later My respect is for the DL cartel connects And the crews that came through and left arise well effect Finesse, big boys only play with the best It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your d**h So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel And I'mma drive 'til the gas run out Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out We them real n***as