Ayyo the marksmen, we came as a team we steady mobbin'
Fuck them disrespectful views from dudes steady bloggin'
In real life killers bang glocks in the street
Exchange shots until your frame drop in the street
M.O.P, coalition, you go against us we throw them pistols
You faggot niggas blow them whistles (so) motherfuck ‘em all
I ran his life . posse in the 80s when they migrated to New York.
But just as poetic . nino riding with me like Pac in a postal truck
Plus I'm dope as fuck, this is cemetery? rap (the Brooklyn military)
I'm just a visionary that raps
according to the surgeon general
you shouldn't drink alcohol beverages when you're playin' my song
Suicide Kingz shit, my M.O that don't mean shit, that anti bling bling shit.
I lick shots watch you fuckers hug the ground
That's the sound of supreme when I'm stomping through your town
Swing on any motherfucker who be runnin' they mouth
I'm in and I'm out, cause jack niggas what I'm about (you're done)
Blood craze blowing through the city in a blunt haze
New Wear Max? so I manoeuvre through the blood stains
The flow's so raw, like coke in the 80s
So my default attitude is FUCK YOU PAY ME
I function top notch with bottle in hand
And if you fuck with my man then the drama begin
I'm talking six hour M400 and Mac10s
Tie us up any halfway friends and loose ends
We get the party live homie no doubt
When I stick a double barrel in your DJ-ing mouth
Run in your house, turn your whole block into a ghost town
Hit the ground who the fuck wanna talk loud
I ain't gotta tell you motherfuckers that I'm hard as a brick
I'm from across town where niggas take shit, niggas don't take shit
We deal with the fakeness, most crews solutions (boom) take this

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