[Verse 2] I never took a loss for nothing that I had, G Since the age of three, I ran the streets crazy Buck wild, Brooklyn, bad boy gangster style Stuck before your fronts, yeah pretty boy smile I never had nothing but a nine doing crime I'd rob you for a dime, in order to get mine I ran the streets and put the beef to cease I play for keeps and smoke chumps like a loosie I got props on blocks in the boondocks My name rings bells like the neighborhood weed spot Pack a Tec so, call me a threat A vest can't protect dum-dums in your chest So bang, one gun shot to your brain You fall in pain, I take your loot and your chain Money grip, because I'm on some bullshit And if I can't have what I want, I'm taking it My repertoire goes farther than just being a star If I wanted attention, I would hijack a car Now you got the cops telling me what to do I don't love myself, so how the fuck I'ma love you? All I need is a Glock with two clips, and a spliff And I'm on a rampage, the stick fixer I crack skulls, break backs and all that Believe me black, I leave holes in your starter's cap So buck buck, what the fuck, bring it on, word is bond Cause you'll sing the blues like Sarah Vaughn Chumps will get dumped in the river Click goes my trigger, 'cause I'm out to make my pockets bigger Down with the ex-convicts, all loading clips The niggas that I stick are stuck, so run it quick There's not a man alive that can survive Twenty-one shots from my nine into his spine If you're hardcore, make yourself visible Light up your blunts, and just roll with the criminals
[Verse 3] Boom goes the shotty, into your body 'Cause I like living wild like John Gotti When they say I don't give a fuck, that means anybody So who the hell you think you are, nigga? Somebody? Check how I get down, cock the trey pound The first to make a sound, is the first to catch six rounds From the revolver, burning chumps like lava Tie em' up and then throw em' in the harbor My mind changes, causing me to shoot strangers You don't know me, so your life's in danger I'm un-tamable, mind un-explainable When I bug and pump slugs in your cranium I see you scheming so I'm reaching for my tool Come on bad boy, I give you three to make ya move He seen the 9mm and the anger from my grill I cock back the steel, and let twenty one spill Into his brain, at point blank range 'Cause I'm a criminal minded thug on the verge of going insane So let it rain as I inflict pain And give migraines to the punks who can't hang With the underground funk bandit, god damn it My mind is like a bomb and I'm blowing up the planet Mentally fit when I flip, you're off it When I load up my thoughts, cock it back and then spit Some hardcore, literature, at you, immature, amateurs Don't you know PayDay will damage y'all? B-R-Double O-L-K-Y-N, like the state pen, so if you're weak don't come in Give me respect and respect you shall get But if I don't get mine's, then y'all niggas don't get shit
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The first to be featured of East Flatbush Project’s discography. Released in 1994
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