Getto Mentalitee Onyx (Ft. All City & Panama P.I.)

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
You roll a hundred niggas deep but not one of ya got a gun
I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run
Dressed in all black Gore-tex, with four TECs
We all war vets, I'm takin' all bets to see who can score next
I burn you like raw sex, you just a small threat
Wit' a small set, so forfeit, I'm out for more checks
Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this
I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin' cracks behind the churches
I hurt this when I work this, I’ll beat you fuckin' senseless
'Cause sleepin' on the benches got me swingin' at the fences (Word up, kid)
I bring it down like gravity with a ghetto mentality
To feel the agony of the Afficial Nastee Armee strategy

[Verse 2: Greg Valentine]
The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
I put niggas to rust when my gun bust and plus you get rushed
And when the pressure's on you just bitch up
If you had plans on conquering this, you need to switch up
Get up!
Nigga you shoulda got up
Obey my orders cause shit like that'll leave you shot up (Yeah)
It's a dead man's party, leave your body at the door (Yeah)
Unlawful entry, my introduction to the century (Yeah!)
An entity is what I plan to be in the industry (yeah), enemies in my vicinities
Get assassinated like a Kennedy, my gat's the foolproof remedy