Young Chris - Last Two lyrics

[Young Chris] All silence on the hammers I brung Hear the sirens when the ambulance come One hand on my nuts other hand on my gun Keep that white girl tan no sun. Free huh [Freeway] I'm bout to make n***as vacate the place for the rip Put the sting in his face I pull it straight from my hip I'm the opposite of Chris I be quaking my sh** n***as lift, I'll be making them drip blood Gotta mop up [Young Chris] Yup Get shot up from the top up n***as is LV'd down from the socks up Tear that block up the minute I pull that drop up Yall n***as can cop up just don't be calling the cops up [Freeway] You know what? We don't rock ratchet carriers Plague like malaria we will bury you pops fast Then we coming for you next yes Tell your n***as to get dressed because they will have to carry ya [Young Chris] Let them know the Philly boys in the area b**h im daring ya Like live radio airin ya Bullets tearing ya Flesh f**ing up your interior Murder you b**hes I'll make it clear to ya [Freeway] IS you hearing us? We flamers, Mike Vick couldn't tame us We doberman pinch n***as, pitbull terriers Y'all inferior, we are Sig Sauer carriers Leave n***as on gurney carriers Whenever aiming this [Young Chris] It's the dangerous two Cla**ic you hear the pain in it All this bullsh** music n***as should be ashamed of it Game ain't been the same Since we came in it Right back we changing it [Freeway] This is real hip hop Hear the 2Pac, hear the Big Daddy Kane in it All bars are hot you cannot fire extinguish it They fade us translate us through different languages [Young Chris] Or get the stainlesses Dont get us confused with the famous sh** [Freeway] We on some dump the tool Leave your brains on the pavement sh** [Young Chris] Funeral arrangin' it [Freeway] Sawed-off gaugin' it [Young Chris] If you pussies ain't ready for war Don't engage in it [Freeway] You made your bed now lay in it [Young Chris] I'll spray in it [Freeway] Leave you in a puddle of blood You gotta bathe in it [Young Chris] Hit his baby mother, his cuz no body making it [Freeway] Your family get the last few [Young Chris] Mother f**er we the last two [Beanie Sigel] Well f** I'm the first one To shoot sh** up dog Or gun it down Walk on up on sh** Or run it down Pull a stock on a k Throw a hundred rounds Won't stop til ya box lowered under ground Put you in an urn your bones will burn The rap gorilla The whack rap ringtone k**a I'm here To find a n***a equally realer is rare You can meet me in the square If you dare to come near I have no morals Just a whole lot of piss in a dick for you Bullets in a clip for you This is the ignorance At least it looks that way when you witness it k** all witnesses Bury the hatchet Matter fact bury your casket Shoot you up bury the ratchet Dig it back up if I have to I used to bump n***as Knock n***as out for the practice The sh** starter, the sh** finisher I dont know whats harder When they release you Or when they sentence ya? Cold steel could raise a n***a temperature Collapse your lungs twist it then push it in ya You'll piss blood through a catheter Four five slugs feel like a bat contacting ya Swung by B Bonds with roids in him B be number one Who want to bring the noise with me?