Polite - Murda lyrics

[Intro: P.C.] Ah sh**... Yo these n***as done f**ed up now, man Icewater, Staten Island stand the f** up! Yo get on my back, I got y'all n***as Yo it's like... (let's get these n***as, man) Yo... I'ma explain one time for y'all n***as, man Y'all betta listen up closely, man (I'm tellin' y'all n***as) I ain't talkin' no more after this I'm hittin' n***as, man Yo, it's like... it's like... [P.C.] Damn near everybody thuggin' now I don't care who he is, I feel like he a threat then I'ma gun him down Guns make a thunder sound And when I'm spittin' it off, homey it's over it ain't no time for duckin' down We could shoot a couple rounds, n***as is soft All these f*ggot-a** rap n***as pissin' me off On the road tongue-kissin' these who*es Probably one of the same groupies I had tongue-kissin' my balls And when sh** start I'm usually the reason it started Bring ya whole team, I give it to each of ya artists Ask n***as, P.C. is the hardest I ain't livin' off of rap, you can catch P.C. on the corner Late night, like three in the mornin' Tryin' to get this cake right cuz I gotta feed me and my daughter I couldn't teach you about ballin' But I could teach you how to chop it and bag it just put in ya order! [Polite] Yo, what's beef? When real n***as comin' for yo' a** But you hidin' on the low, you owe them n***as cash Quick-fast, click click bloaw with ya b**h-a** n***as start runnin', do the hundred yard didash Beef, when you n***as violate the code And I must start to annhilate foes Spic a** had fired then the wire may explode You ain't live, you a f**in' liar everybody knows You ain't nothin' but a bird n***a flyin' with some crows Beef when them shots start flyin' through ya clothes Blood start leakin' out ya nose Caught yo' a** sleepin' I suppose, got beef? Shouldn't dose Listen, don't bother kid Flows is Henny, yours is like Arbor Mist n***a trust me, you don't want spar with this Ice dot H20, the hardest click [Hook 2X: Polite (P.C.)] I will murda (Don't make me murder you n***as) Any champion in here (I body any one of you n***as) Icewater don't come fi play (We ain't playin' with you) Icewater gon' k** them right away (We'll k** you right away) [Hands] All Hands on deck, n***a... Big Hands, n***a... I got the mic... Yo, comin' with that full court pressure on his crib Fourty-five to his ribs Hammers burst, straight feed him his jibs Got machines disectin' ya lids Comin' through with them rigs with big spinners on 'em spinnin' ya wigs Aiyo, it's Hands, n***a, I am the truth Designated batter, leave ya brain matter in the back of the Coupe Brute force war, show 'em the loot Blood saturated suit when them things splurge all in ya roof Smash fixtures, cold-blooded k**as paint them pictures Inflicters, murder all them shooters off the rictors Cast iron cannon sh** is sickenin' I even got them big Mausbergs co*ked pointed at ya vixens And once again, I am the truth Y'all n***as wanna go to war? Then it's murder when I step in the booth Straight defecatin' on ya recruits Then I come at ya boss and have ya source tossed out of ya boots [Stumik] Who want it with Stumik? I put one in ya nugget Y'all done f**ed up and gave the wrong n***as a budget The Water rules, you stunt and get caught for ya j**els I'm that thief in ya kitchen takin' all of ya food I've been nice with rhymes, got goons that'll slice ya spine And I leave n***as toothless for bitin' mines Yell out the stakes dog just for hidin' the cake For my dogs firin' at jake on fire escapes The best to spit, get vexed, hit ya chest with the fifth You'll get found dead on the news left in the whip And I ain't playin' with dudes, filetin' ya b**h Cuz I was taught to squeeze 'til there's nothin' left in the clip [Hook 2X]