Krumb Snatcha - Incredible lyrics

[Hook: DJ Premier cuts & scratches] "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready" -] Krumb "Boston, state of mind stay sick" -] Antonio Twice Thou (Made Men) "Live rounds, five pounds of heat" -] Antonio Twice Thou (Made Men) "Incredible" "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready" -] Krumb "I like to let my rhymes flow" -] PMD "Ain't no doubt about it" -] Keith Murray "Understand this?" "Word up" [Verse One: Guru] You p**y n***as, we incredible And don't push us, to put led in you We 'bout to be them n***as on top, instead of you The Beantown beatdown, unbelievable, see now Push ya dough up, we want more than some G's now Watch us comin up in the fast lane, Henney'd up Never worry 'bout beef, fire arms already tucked What the f**, n***as been about to the Don And give it up to Krumb, I live it up for my son And you industry n***as, you really lost it First you slept on Boston, then you kept on flossin Shouldn't do that, around us hungry n***as Cause we the chosen godly warriors, tuffer than rugby n***as Live lovely n***as Although the time's is harsh, all my soldiers now it's time to march All you punks, huh, you better find a heart [Hook] [Verse Two: Krumb Snatcha] A child with a destiny, ain't no testin me Mental menu, send you a recipe Chef like Rae how I bake a track Give the streets mo' yeast until the cake is back Stack to my own bakery, why n***as hatin me Can't see this fake industry makin me Anti-flossin, poppin at the bar This is ashy-a** knuckles and razors in the jar Far from the norm, so they say son strange Temper so short, turn ya face to a gun range Switch it up, nice chain, lift it up Too much talk about juice, is y'all b**h or what Like vanity, shine with your rims and ice Until a hooded figure come through to dim ya lights Timbs and mics, all a n***a need Just to proceed, to make another rapper bleed, indeed [Hook] [Verse Three: Guru] Sleep? Nah I wouldn't do that on no one Creep? That's what I like to do like a Shogun Load one, buck it, cold one as f** it Colt two, loads of power U but let's not discuss it Babylon got us holdin on the tephlon We deaded some but we gon' spit, 'til all the rest gone Respect to your hood, I know the O.G.'s there Yo I dare when we fear none, play low-key here [Verse Four: Krumb Snatcha] Yo, me and the God expose frauds frontin hard The type wanna fight get jumped in the yard Any odds oppose, get the deadliest blows In the form of these toxic flows Pumpin the Glock, send shots through your clothes Incredible game how we knock y'all hoes Stop all foes, deadin their tracks And since n***as got mouth, give head to this gat, for real [Hook]