[Hook x2:]
I'ma shatter n***az world, if they come my way
Then confess it at the gate, when it's Judgment Day
If I walk with the Lord, there's no man I fear
I'll be the last one standing, when the smoke is clear
[Lil' Keke:]
Hush it up mark n***az, I'm the chosen one
'Fore I po' you punks out, like a bottle of rum
And my soundscan pull up, from here to the East
Boost your game up rookies, I'm a lyrical beast
I'm a wolf you a sheep, and it's time I feast
And I'm hungry like a dog, that be showing his teeth
I'ma squash all beef, when the album drop
I'ma sh** on n***az heads, when I'm back on top
If these so called gangstas, wanna turn it to violence
Then God bless his soul, with a moment of silence
C.M.G. shoot first, make the pack divide
Front porch backyard, I'm still (by your side)
Don't f** with Young Don, cause it's consequences
And you first on the field, but you die in the trenches
It's a grave or a sentence, it is what it is
This my street testimony, I've been waiting for years
[Hook x2]
[Lil' C:]
I mash in the hemi, two semi-automatics with me
Don't get it twisted at all, Lil' C is not friendly
Bring any n***a you wanna bring, put him up against me
He might be bigger, but you ain't gon wanna see the ending
I fear no man, that mean nan n***a
So when the drama come, I don't shake I don't shiver
I don't cry about it, I just do my job
I'm married to the mob, if it's easy or it's hard
You don't wanna see a man, of my caliber
Get red hot, and go to shooting like Gallagher
sh**, cause that'll be a whole 'nother ma**acre
Like David Caress' sh**, burning your flesh
I promise you don't wanna test, I got the Lord and a vest
To handle the stress, I'm smoking on canibus best
So when the smoke clear, me and my n***az is still breathing
And you and your n***az, is just bleeding
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
All black ski mask, with the gats to match
Automatic M-5, knock a do' off the latch
I'ma let you n***az talk, while the currency build
Trying to make a half a mill, 'fore I sign a deal
Put the fam out of town, hundred K in the ground
Put your working boots on, my n***az it's going down
Bullets at your grill, rain hard and heavily
Your click talk sh**, now they all in jeopardy
Hate and animosity, I'm filled with anger
Sneak up on you n***az, like the perfect stranger
Calm under pressure, and my click don't rattle
And I never lay it down, in the heat of the battle
I'm a soldier, ten toes down up in the mud
This guerilla warfare, can you taste the blood
Will the Don fold up, my n***az it's no way
And don't make me have to trip, like Kyle Sose
[Hook x2]