Sheet Music Gangrene (Ft. Havoc & Sean Price)

[Intro]
930-33rd
Gangrene

[Verse 1: Oh No]
They say the boy is old school
WWF, I will smack a fucking chair into that little ass chest
You out of breath, that means you in need of some rest, have a seat, literal
I'm yelling to the crowd and they yelling to get rid of you
And I don't need the cage or the rings
I'm from the game that goes bang in your dreams
So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
So I can see what you thought on the sheets, I call it sheet music
Like the counting the sheep moving, The sleep movement
They seep into it, I see what you doing, you're sick, I see through it
Like a live leak to a filming, From a local's phone
I choke ya focus, Gone like hocus pocus, a locust swarm
The only way you hearing a buzz
Over the music that they play in the clubs
Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
I see the haters, they ain't fucking with us
(They ain't fucking with us)

[Hook: Havoc]
Never that, I'm better at it, you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted the full advantage
I'm laughing at it, trying to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker