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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#16,765 in subgenre
Peak #82
Charts
Peak #634
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
July 01, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16
Lyrics
Verse 1 (Anghellic):
I've been known to break bones, & to make ya-flesh-rip/
You don't want nun boy, so don't try-to-test-this/
I'll Leave ya-breathless, & have you fall-in-shock/
So you wanna step to me?? huh i-think-not/
I'll make ya-body-hot, as I blaze-the-clips/
I aint pullin pea-shooters, I spray hallow-tips/
That 9 glock-shit, cuz you know I keep-the-heat/
So try n act up & i'll make ya bed-the-street/
And you can Rest-In-Peace, & sleep wit-the-angels/
Cuz you'll lose your life if u fuck wit me-n-Fatal/
You know I spin-the-tables, on my foes like-a-DJ/
So you better fuckin duck, when I let that-heat-spray/
The North is where we-stay, & we keep it locked/
So don't try to fuck around or you'll get ya-ass-popped/
And get ya-ass-chooped-up, so you better-fuckin-book/
We taken over this game, so Fatal kick-that-hook/
Hook (x2):
In the West I suggest ya vest be teflon/
Any less than the best will get ya slept-on/
Betta flex if ya reppin less than ten-strong/
Leave-half-ya-head-gone, we-gassed-like-Chevron/
Verse 2 (FATAL NYGHTMARE):
Yo.. You fuckin wit the master, so you gots-to-get-burned/
For fuckin wit a Boss, I call more 'shots-than-Chick-Herns'/
So, keep ya mouth shut, before I have to damage-bones/
Jaw droppin, make this 'pussys lips hang' like 'camel-toes'/
We'll have-to-get-ya-buddy, we leavin-ya-home-wrecked/
So yo 'pad-will-end-up-bloody' like 'bleedin-on-Kotex'/
You needin-a-dome-check, put heat-to-yo-spine/
I'd blow ya brains out your skull if I wanted a 'piece-of yo-mind'/
Most emcees weak-with-they-rhymes, don't wanna test-they-fate/
Because we 'too much to hang with' like excessive-weight/
I'm a savage-on-the-run, automatic-with-the-guns/
And my heat gets me green like a cactus-in-the-sun/
Yo this faggot-shit-is-done, cuz this-is-the-new-West/
I'm pointin phony rappers out, pickin-which-dude's-next/
Their chance is parapolegic, they won't ever-stand/
Cuz we remain untouched like little girls at Neverland!/
Hook (x2):
In the West I suggest ya vest be teflon/
Any less than the best will get ya slept-on/
Betta flex if ya reppin less than ten-strong/
Leave-half-ya-head-gone, we-gassed-like-Chevron/
Verse 3 (FATAL & Anghellic)
(Anghellic)
I told ya ass once before, now I'm back again/
To teach ya ass how to grind, n how to stack-ya-ends/
Cuz I'm-stacking-chips by the bags like a fat-boy/
So you can't match on the mic I'm-sav-boy/
You made a-bad-choice by steppin to-the-champs/
Cuz we'll leave ya body acheing like a bitch-wit-"cramps"/
We walk wit bloody-hands cuz the streets, took-our-consience/
Replaced wit anger, & the skills the kill that-rhyme-shit/
(FATAL NYGHTMARE)
So fuck the nonsense, we got-shit if you wanna pop-lip/
We make you drop-quick, meet the hearse and the coffins/
I'll hit em wit two tecs, then beat-in-the-discipline/
Involve youself in beef, best have a reason-for-gettin-in/
You're leakin-from-different-ends, no questions-asked/
& I'ma pummel your ribs until ya whole-chest-is-smashed/
There's no-second-chance, the first-time's-the-charm/
Known to hurt-guys-with-bars and I squirt-nine's-to-harm/
Hook (x2):
In the West I suggest ya vest be teflon/
Any less than the best will get ya slept-on/
Betta flex if ya reppin less than ten-strong/
Leave-half-ya-head-gone, we-gassed-like-Chevron/
