Craig Xen - 5 ★ THREAT lyrics

(Verse 1: Craig Xen) See these n***as in the game they don't like Xen [?] and they fightin' They be like, man, "who the f** did that?" All these underground n***as worse nightmare On the top, not the bottom ain't that a b**h Craig Xen independent I don't need a clique Pen penetrate the paper like I flip a b**h I refuse to take orders from a mortal man You feel me? f** a collect (Woo!) Manic depressed (Woo!) Crunch with the blastin' Tell you the truth you got told with the pistol [?] k** em', k** em' with the syllables In the middle of a centerfold Take your b**h, break your b**h Imma piece that sh** into a pot of gold (Interlude: Craig Xen and CaptainCrunch) Young Xen, young young Xen n***a don't f** with him, (Oh no!) Oh lord no, it's best you don't f** with him He's the son of a pimp n***a don't f** with him Oh no no, it's best you don't f** with him (Verse 2: Craig Xen) I'm the son of a pimp, lil' b**h boy Yeah I'm [?], baby [?] in the 5th Ward f** sh**, I'm getting paid, what I'm made for See, you playin' for that p**y, that I flipped boy You a rookie in the game, I'm a vet dawg Got stripes, got stars, got scars I'm a war toy, warlord, black heart All black, I'll still outshine y'all Got your b**h on my line, Imma phone her Talk about the line up at the motel Six s**in' on the stick of a limp dick trick Imma send her back when I get finished Number phone though Talk about the line up at the motel Six s**in' on the stick of a limp dick trick Imma send her back when I get my bank roll b**h (Interlude 2: Craig Xen and CaptainCrunch) Young young Xen He's the son of a pimp Oh oh no It's best you don't f** with him Young Craig Xen He's the son of a pimp (Verse 3: Craig Xen) Lil' Xen and [?] told you the whole sh** Hardcore, underground overlord b**h n***a put me for a show, and a tour quick Come through, s** blood in a mosh pit This hardcore sh**, I wasn't born with All this sh** I had seen, I grew up with I'm a motherf**in' beast, make a b**h live Now they let me off the leash, I erupted Crush sh** f** sh** up in the [?] Book sh** boy, enough sh** if you auction Hit a n***a hard enough he doin' front flips Then I stomped the motherf**er til' his skull split And I heave the remains for my young pimps Feast on the brains and intestines Sit back and I laugh on the flesh rip Think twice before you trust Craig Xen b**h, n***a