The Recipe

[Intro] Bring forth fruit and make a final connection So, we'd like to take to you this [?] [Chorus: Fat Ray] Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go [Verse 1: Fat Ray] More food from the master, great news We making a move on the masses Streets watching 'em, blindin' they eyes with the passion Tapped into the power inside, everlasting Me and bro was the coldest alive, if they asking Rare breed, I come from a league of assassins Storm shadow, I stood on the head of the dragon Rap battle, could turn up a urn full of ashes Fantastic, in the class with the classics Real shooter, could jump in the game with the mavericks Work movin', it come with the chain and the glasses Ladies know who's been makin' it rain on they asses Law officers wanna detain and harass us Lookin' for el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz's Lookin' for bodies for all of their cells and caskets God, beat all the odds, I just pray [?], elastic [Chorus: Fat Ray] Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go [Verse 2: Fat Ray] The dope game makes you rest in peace Whippin' the Pyrex to a Patek, niggas know the recipe I got black, I got white, nigga, referee's Leave 'em with me, bet you I could get some neck at least Brought my niggas with me and we all gon' need a check a piece King shit, nigga, you a motherfuckin' checker piece Niggas do they best and can't finesse the street Two-two-threes tearin' through your vest to turn your chest to cheese Cudi was top shooter 'til he blew his knees Who gon' Steven Seagal him when we under siege? I'm sick, nigga, I'm nauseous I don't slip, I'm on tip, I be cautious Can't fire us niggas, we are bosses I sense some real deal niggas in your office, the offence [Chorus: Fat Ray] Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go