Martyr Slim The Mobster (Ft. Prodigy)

[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
Yeah
It's so hard to look at me face to face
I could taste the fear in your blood
For the love of my squad for the love of the thugga
Ball 'til I foul out
Retaliation and revenge, yeah that’s what I'm about
We could trade war stories we could go to war for it
Just bought automatics and bricks of C-4 for it
Bodies in the storage pussy niggas get extorted
.44 Desert Eagle got about five bodies on it
Makin' my get away [?]
Keep that thing on my waist nigga
Now tell how do you want it
I stay tauntin' the pigs I stay clutchin' my shit
And I'm talkin' like a pimp cause it's nothing you did, I did it
Bigger than most niggas could ever figure me
Disrespect my Crip and they take on [?] get him
Back against the wall, nigga I fight harder
I take 'em all with me I'm a martyr

[Chorus: Slim The Mobster, (Prodigy)]
I-I blew myself up
I-I'm on some Martyr shit
Now who you got a problem with
I blew myself up
I-I'm on some Martyr shit
Now who you got a problem with
I blew myself up
I-I'm on some Martyr shit
(You better kill me)
Now who you got a problem with
(I still don't die)
I blew myself up
I-I'm on some Martyr shit
(Forever)
Now who you got a problem with
(Yeah)