(rage) End of conversation It smashed my perfect views The stage I act upon's a bomb I'll only light the fuse (denial) There is no way I'll find my
the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death Five mics in The Source? Ain't holdin my fuckin
lit roaches And light up like Jack-o-lanterns Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts 'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo They
what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just
, that crush any shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat
a fly boy, nigga, my chain worth thousand grands, nigga That's twenty thousand karats, nigga, step your game up That's why your chain ain't up, nigga The four five
slang, that'll crush the shit you bring) I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step
knickknacks Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song Crack the motor what you think you rapping for? I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders I had to step
gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Sraight up (what?) [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on toes of our dada's And ask them niggas in the Source Awards When I
Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin' Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach My team built strong like steal bars in prison twenty five
texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath your white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent stepping
garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my Lawd One at Clark, one at Spelman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step
the shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why? My main source is like a friendly game of stick ball And as you step up to bat mana dn I play
You know exactly what it is (You know) You know exactly how it's gonna be, ha ha (You'll never catch me fool) What? Five lessons, five chapters, I'ma
out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts Who wanna cipher I get dumb Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run When the source
a New York City I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin' five in the source I
wanted, for most blunted That tricky shit you did, I done it We rock gear for deer huntin When we do jobs, me and my dogs ready to get it Snatch you out the five
