Pumpkinhead - Crosshairs lyrics

[Verse 1 – P. Stacks] I was raised in the eighties—it was crazy Mama's little baby got exposed to the streets and what I saw done changed me Gave me the attitude. f** you, pay me! And I don't really care if it was a buck, dude You see, money is the motive and notice this ain't a game to me So focused—it's plain to see there ain't nobody changing me P is a product of my environment I ain't get a college degree, but I survived in the lion's den Yeah! And I'm ready to dump the whole clip Trey eight, out of state, plates based on the full fifth Just in case we take a trip to California Got the work, got the gun, we taking over n***as' corners [Verse 2 – P.H. (Pumpkinhead)] Two words for you: a**ault and battery Team Homi—the epitome of savagery On the corner in front of Kennedy Fried Spitting that sh**. n***a, you had to strip more in front of Applebee's If it's beef, guns is out the window like “wake ‘em” I gotta [knocked it?] like a clay mold, I call that Play Doh Your b**h give me deep knowledge like Plato Bash your face in one punch and leave your body in shock like [?] My bars serious. My Team Homicide—we turn your favorite nerd rap battle into Columbine I'm so out my mind—if I looked down, I'd prolly see myself in the booth, spittin' this rhyme [Verse 3 – Amzilla] I'm reckless with the rhymes Sexy as the dimes And I'm sliding through the game like Gretzky in his prime The watch glow like planets beyond stars Shawshank flow—I'm advancing behind bars Amzilla—my flow is top dollar Team Homi n***as on you like Shinobi's Rottweiler The exit wounds in this war is enormous My crew them [?] corner boys eating fungus [?] n***as pull up in insane [?] And b**hes giving us top like we playing Skelly Yeah! Amzilla's home. So if you silicone Your face turn to minestrone coming in the k**ing zone [Verse 4 – Q.B.] Busting shells, told to act like a lady Real goons look [?] coming straight out the navy Before macs, B-Swag been all wavy Dope fiends running wild like we fresh out the eighties L-O-L no smiley face Team Homi 187 canines—never will they find a trace Uh, so I'll be moving at my own pace Quick to tell a n***a f** his movie and his dinner date f** boys, they be running to the Jakes All smiles ‘til there iron in his face Uh, but we don't business with those We leave your face by the curb and your teeth by your damn toes [Verse 5 – Swave Sevah] OCD—everything I ain't gotta be perfect Speak, paint precise pictures, n***a's a wordsmith My name ain't involved unless it's worth it Cornered the market, straight bars flooded the circuit Way harder than the stuff you used to Not to be confused with the things you might've viewed on the Youtube So get it straight: those were just three demonstrations There's a fine line between real life and entertainment So I'mma show you how the real pros do If you believe talking is cheap, then I will show you Stomp you out with some steel-toed boots And put a hole in you big enough to kick a field goal through [Verse 6 – Ike P.] It's Team Homi—the reason wiling MC's have seen bodies Murder, d**h, k** the words of my breath will Making sure that you respect the title Better hold your head or catch a hole in your heart like Bret Michaels Hard to detect vitals, the squadron that deads rivals We been grim with the pen. You been [?] with the pen You bend over. I make hoes bend over and grin The artist dogging to have no problem parking your chin Taking part in a whim. Never losing, we step forth To a morgue. You fronting, what you thinking this gat for? We unfair, broke a couple holes in your mom clear The gods fresh. Like John F., you caught in the crosshairs