[Verse 1: Reed Dollaz]
I said, this is where the fun stop Chess
Gun pop, one shot'll make your lungs drop, Chess
All my niggas get it in, I'm from a dumb block, chess
Mortal Kombat, finish him; Kung Lao, yes
I ain't come here for play, I ain't come her for chatter
4 pound to the gut, put blood in ya bladder
All them niggas that you claim, when I aim
They gon' scatter, knock the gigs out your brain
Leave the streets full of data
Ladder hangin' out the bottom so you know what this .40 hold
I'll drag yo' bitch ass from White plains to Fordham Road
Cause if my young niggas from Edenwald, see you and give me a call
You're gettin' stripped down to your socks cause we need it all!
Now, what is chess? A game with 16 pieces, 1 king, 1 Queen
2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops and 8 pawns
So, I should hit your crib with this .16
Kill the Queen and King, merc you and your rooks at 2 at night
Like I'm Bishop wit this .8 long!
I got the Juice now, I mean you rap 'bout this killa shit
Well, pop out the proof now! Suck your faggot ass teeth again
I'll knock out a tooth now! Philly rap made you niggas
Before SMACK made it commercial and more calmer
I been had a fridge full of rappers like Jeffery Dahmer!
Scream "Allahu Akbar", crash your building like a bomber!
Stay with a crew of wild niggas who love to spark beef
They kill cats, fish, dogs, shit, pretty much anything with a heart beat
You guppies lucky, you never felt the wrath of the shark teeth!
Come to my block, Discovery Channel, it's Shark Week!
Aw sheesh, this AA-12 will squash beef, cause grief
Mama kissing your corpse; on ya hard cheeks!
Toss reefs in your grave, pussy nigga, rest in peace
Another young nigga that died for false reppin' these streets
And, all the critics say he's hard, but I don't see that shit
I got niggas that's doing life, we don't believe that shit
You're talking wild beef, shorty, you canal street
Won't sell me that shit! Haha!
I said, Marine pistol, let the sub-machine hit you
.223's, it's gonna feel like submarine hit you!
K got the Woodstock, A got a good shot
Brains hang, get your fuckin' name on a wood box!
This year, I'm murdering niggas, back to my old ways
In the trap, same Dickie on, 3-4 days
War with us, that's somethin' that you don't wanna go through
The judge shoot a fireball out, like GoKu
Bullets hittin' brick walls, trust me, it'll go through
You don't know the shooters, but nigga, the shooters know YOU
My pops was a Gun, I'm the son of a "G"
You're pops was a bug, you'se the son of a Flea
Your mom's is a bitch, you'se the son of a "B"
I'll send a spirit to the sun if nigga's want it wit' Reed
Time
I said, this is where the fun stop Chess
Gun pop, one shot'll make your lungs drop, Chess
All my niggas get it in, I'm from a dumb block, chess
Mortal Kombat, finish him; Kung Lao, yes
I ain't come here for play, I ain't come her for chatter
4 pound to the gut, put blood in ya bladder
All them niggas that you claim, when I aim
They gon' scatter, knock the gigs out your brain
Leave the streets full of data
Ladder hangin' out the bottom so you know what this .40 hold
I'll drag yo' bitch ass from White plains to Fordham Road
Cause if my young niggas from Edenwald, see you and give me a call
You're gettin' stripped down to your socks cause we need it all!
Now, what is chess? A game with 16 pieces, 1 king, 1 Queen
2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops and 8 pawns
So, I should hit your crib with this .16
Kill the Queen and King, merc you and your rooks at 2 at night
Like I'm Bishop wit this .8 long!
I got the Juice now, I mean you rap 'bout this killa shit
Well, pop out the proof now! Suck your faggot ass teeth again
I'll knock out a tooth now! Philly rap made you niggas
Before SMACK made it commercial and more calmer
I been had a fridge full of rappers like Jeffery Dahmer!
Scream "Allahu Akbar", crash your building like a bomber!
Stay with a crew of wild niggas who love to spark beef
They kill cats, fish, dogs, shit, pretty much anything with a heart beat
You guppies lucky, you never felt the wrath of the shark teeth!
Come to my block, Discovery Channel, it's Shark Week!
Aw sheesh, this AA-12 will squash beef, cause grief
Mama kissing your corpse; on ya hard cheeks!
Toss reefs in your grave, pussy nigga, rest in peace
Another young nigga that died for false reppin' these streets
And, all the critics say he's hard, but I don't see that shit
I got niggas that's doing life, we don't believe that shit
You're talking wild beef, shorty, you canal street
Won't sell me that shit! Haha!
I said, Marine pistol, let the sub-machine hit you
.223's, it's gonna feel like submarine hit you!
K got the Woodstock, A got a good shot
Brains hang, get your fuckin' name on a wood box!
This year, I'm murdering niggas, back to my old ways
In the trap, same Dickie on, 3-4 days
War with us, that's somethin' that you don't wanna go through
The judge shoot a fireball out, like GoKu
Bullets hittin' brick walls, trust me, it'll go through
You don't know the shooters, but nigga, the shooters know YOU
My pops was a Gun, I'm the son of a "G"
You're pops was a bug, you'se the son of a Flea
Your mom's is a bitch, you'se the son of a "B"
I'll send a spirit to the sun if nigga's want it wit' Reed
Time
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