Vendetta

[Intro: AZ]

Yeah, it's overdue right here

Y'all know what it is..

[Verse 1: AZ]

The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns

A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform

No applications for snitches, niggas, but you can join

Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime

Superiority, I can stop time

And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?

Purposely placed here on purpose to shine

Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind

Get some M's, then gettin' to win

And transfer all U.S. currency for yen

A few friends, few next to kin

Yes it's true, I flew through in that fluorescent Benz

Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten

Niggas gon' respect my pen

Survived in two droughts, two separate games

So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"

My homey's homey did ten an change

So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain

I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame

Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane

Reachin' the next chapter of life after I mastered

Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards

[Verse 2: Fresh]

Uh, yea, yeah

I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck

The European stitch strong in the guts

My nigga M3's doors liftin' up

Uh, Fresh sick with dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust

And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts

Light pink heavy wit strong off the cuts

Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut

And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut

And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it

Fives and sixes, the kid keep kickin' shit

Pies of the bricks, the kid keep flippin' shit

I insist the stag' and seen different shit

Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it

Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit

In Duffle bags by Guc'

The white double-stitch on the whore that's Emilio Puc'

Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth

So listen up, young niggas cuz I'm speakin' perfuse

Uh, yea

[Outro: Ralo]

The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls

Niggas scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...

Listen to this man

I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man

There ain't seldom is niggas born wit all the five senses

The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close

Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga

First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game

You had to have be born with automatic understanding of the game from birth

Then you gotta be unadulterated orator

You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion

Whether it's just talking or it's rapping

Then you gotta be a law of inertia

Mean that once you get in motion, and you get focused

You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped

Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level

Some niggas got it on minor, some niggas got it on major

Some niggas got it on the master, master is the last level

Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script

The script... the script... the script...

Yo real niggas you can't break

And real nigga you can't make 'em man

We've been big niggas all of our life man

Answered to nobody man, and wake up

And go wherever the day take us man