[Verse 1: Havoc]
I got a bird's eye view, like bird and swine flu
I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
You ain't half what Havoc is, or anything near it
I'm a ticking timebomb that sit in your mind palm
The blicky, your mind palm, no planet, we improv
You niggas pussy wearing feelings on your sleeve though
Go kill yourself, your shorty out here giving deep throat
The winner team is over here, check the point spread
Our ball first, give a fuck what the coin said
They try to zoo us, keep it from the shaker movers
'Cause we animals, the valuables, there be a lotta to us
Quick, out with the old, my nigga I be on some newer shit
Whoever got the coolest wrist, add 'em to the list
You be donating for the cause
Why you asking why nigga, do it just because
Never let a good jux go to waste, they see it's about face
The memories of the sound the four pound make
For years through the music, I took 'em a foul place
Life through my lens and how it would be without cake
[Yeah] buck 50 and bullet wounds
Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose
Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off
Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth
Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild
And never seasonal my nigga, this was year round
The blood runnin' through our veins
Got us locked up in this cell
Shacked up with the ball and chain [Bang!]
I got a bird's eye view, like bird and swine flu
I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
You ain't half what Havoc is, or anything near it
I'm a ticking timebomb that sit in your mind palm
The blicky, your mind palm, no planet, we improv
You niggas pussy wearing feelings on your sleeve though
Go kill yourself, your shorty out here giving deep throat
The winner team is over here, check the point spread
Our ball first, give a fuck what the coin said
They try to zoo us, keep it from the shaker movers
'Cause we animals, the valuables, there be a lotta to us
Quick, out with the old, my nigga I be on some newer shit
Whoever got the coolest wrist, add 'em to the list
You be donating for the cause
Why you asking why nigga, do it just because
Never let a good jux go to waste, they see it's about face
The memories of the sound the four pound make
For years through the music, I took 'em a foul place
Life through my lens and how it would be without cake
[Yeah] buck 50 and bullet wounds
Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose
Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off
Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth
Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild
And never seasonal my nigga, this was year round
The blood runnin' through our veins
Got us locked up in this cell
Shacked up with the ball and chain [Bang!]
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