Brazen C-Mob (Ft. Onyx)

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Ayo, I run with the goons and the creatures
Ayo, I got more sins than your fucking local preacher
Half these rap niggas sweeter than fucking peaches
I mastered the rhyme, I'm like KRS: the Teacha
I'm known for rocking Timberlands and black hoodies
Camouflage, white pitbulls and a black bully
Semi-automatic flip back with the MAC fully
On the corners, serving rap fiends crack goodies
I could make it thunder and rain, I'm brainstorming
That nigga standing next to you, I'll leave your brains on him
Come back with the Polo trench, changed on em
Nigga with the pots and pans and banged on em
Onyx is them niggas, we kick in the door brazen
Stick em up, lick in the .44 we blazing
This OG got me blazed, I'm looking Asian
So throw your guns in the air, fucking wave em

[Chorus: C-Mob]
Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in
Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in
Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in
I'm brazen (brazen)
Brazen (brazen)
Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in
Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in
Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in
I'm brazen (brazen)
Brazen (brazen)