"cos no matter who you are, you’re still catchin bullets, god"

[lord jamar]

You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I’m done, you rather suck on pencils [bad word] the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the [bad word] and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk [bad word] and can’t back it
That’s why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know it’s all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)
Just before he die, i’ma look him in his eye
Ask the [bad word] how he figure he was big enough to try
The muthaphuckin g-to the o-to the d
I told ya couple times that the gods must be crazy
But ya didn’t listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya can’t stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
Before I put my ak back on the shelf
Cos I put in work like job corps
Niggas talk [bad word] and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] 
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, you’re still catchin bullets, god"
*repeat*

[sadat x]

Somebody’s dead, a whole crowd formed
The cops ain’t [bad word] yet, money’s dead in the street
Somebody called his people and [bad word] downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin wild cos money had a child
good [bad word]  couldn’t even stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol’ aunt faith, her baby fingerpaints
My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to alabama
I gotta cousin, says she’s got some friends
She says they strictly [bad word]  I could get away from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I tell her  is everywhere
And  is but a word, it ain’t [bad word] I ain’t heard
Tell my moms I ain’t leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I’m believin so [bad word] it anyway
I got my mob from [bad word]  that live by the [bad word] And my crew from courtland ave. always say they’ll set it off
And if I choose, who’s somebody might die
And if they don’t die, they won’t be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he’s talkin [bad word] talk
"cos no matter who you are, you’re still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, you’re still catchin bullets, god"
*repeat*

[lord jamar]

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it’s the dread with the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now it’s bedtime
I said I’m not the [bad word] to be playin out
I’ll leave your body layin out the sid, talk [bad word] and you’ll get licked
Get hit by a dread who’s fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice
Niggas’ nuts, I had to [bad word] em up and use my name loose
Some silly goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no love cos [bad word] me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the masses
So I elect [bad word] direct and disect some asses
My [bad word] passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your [bad word] trap cos you was who i’s [bad word] at
I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple
The only way your [bad word] is goin home is as a cripple

[sadat x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst [bad word] for humans, and then smack up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress
My little man satan got somethin in his jacket
Let me get to work and I’ll release the swarm
My man mean a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well