Treachery

[Intro] I see you boys in Brooklyn have been active Oh, we like to keep busy Now, we don't like to hurt anybody, but sometimes things work out differently If you guys are so good at it, the syndicate will use you So give me the contract, and we'll do the job [Verse 1: Ty Farris] Gripping the medal, molded my mental with mildew (Uh-huh) From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you for the bills went the rents due (Come on) Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew The clip length almost a Shaquille shoе, this the real zoo You gotta watch ya back the sеcond a nigga front on you (Facts) They'll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use (Ooh) Your now amongst the goons (Goons) Streets hustlers is a dusty room This the dope needle for the junky spoons (come ) Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck The game of life a fixed fight, the devil talk to the ref (Oh) Lost ya breathe trying to step, you can't walk with the best You drowned and dick-riding waves was the cause of your death Our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can Lift the nickle nine, it's a slim chance that the doc can help [Chorus: Ty Farris] Niggas scheming, treachery In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe Broke out a broken home to build a legacy Pray every day these streets don't get the best of me Niggas scheming, treachery In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe Broke out a broken home to build a legacy Pray every day these streets don't get the best of me [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Get in the game you either gonna get double-crossed or you marry it In the devil's kitchen I’m the pepper in the cabinet In my past life I was a Pharaoh on a chariot  Today I’m still royalty, you can tell by how I carry it  I handle like Rafer Alston u niggas carrying  Traveling, saying nothing on the track babbling  Ya arms too short to spar with the god, I’ll jab your chin It’s a sport throwing these sharp lines like javelins  My bitch bad, but she more Kimora, less Marilyn With the shit in the club, she down to sneak the barrel in  I fucked the game and had a few sons, the birth cesarean  I watch them copy everything I do, but it’s embarrassing  I felt the Lord didn't bless me with a money bag, I had to sin  A rolling stone like Mick Jagger with blacker skin  So many lessons learned from losses, I had to win  We eating, but I'll never forget when the stack was thin [Chorus: Ty Farris] Niggas scheming, treachery In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe Broke out a broken home to build a legacy Pray every day these streets don't get the best of me Niggas scheming, treachery In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe Broke out a broken home to build a legacy Pray every day these streets don't get the best of me [Outro: sample] Stop scheming, and looking hard And looking hard And looking hard And looking hard And looking hard And looking hard [Outro] Bozack Morris on the beat, what up?