Brazen

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Ayo, I run with the goons and the creatures

Ayo, I got more sins than your fucking local preacher

Half these rap niggas sweeter than fucking peaches

I mastered the rhyme, I'm like KRS: the Teacha

I'm known for rocking Timberlands and black hoodies

Camouflage, white pitbulls and a black bully

Semi-automatic flip back with the MAC fully

On the corners, serving rap fiends crack goodies

I could make it thunder and rain, I'm brainstorming

That nigga standing next to you, I'll leave your brains on him

Come back with the Polo trench, changed on em

Nigga with the pots and pans and banged on em

Onyx is them niggas, we kick in the door brazen

Stick em up, lick in the .44 we blazing

This OG got me blazed, I'm looking Asian

So throw your guns in the air, fucking wave em

[Chorus: C-Mob]

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]

Ain't nobody out here that's coming to save em

Always gotta have the iron on, Maiden

Niggas better give me my roses, Jalen

Or it's fuck him and the mother who made him

Cause it's trill in the field, niggas out here get killed

And when they start shooting use your body as a shield

Catch a homi' on the real, nigga die behind the wheel

When I start the revolution all you'll probably do is squeal

I know you hate me motherfucker, will you join the club?

Couldn't double your money if you folded it up

You know what the difference is, these niggas sensitive

Impatience is what you have when there's too many witnesses

Bitch niggas, kick em out, cars, we'll trick em out

Bad bitch, dick her out, there's trouble when the Stick come out

They don't wanna knuckle up, they know that we'll fuck em up

Hands, feet, touch em up, gunshots, buck em up

[Chorus: C-Mob]

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)

[Verse 3: C-Mob]

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Flipping decor, you poor whores are begging

Stricken and sore, my floorboards awaiting

Visions of gore, then more war will wage in

Brazen, run up, I make your cranium crack quickly

That's Sticky, and Fredro is on the track with me

Caskets, we fill them, we blast quickly

So drastically, practically always in black

Better watch your back, strictly tactically flow

Got hoes when the prophylactic be stacked with me

See them react with me theatrically

After The Devil in black Dickies who pack blickies

Walk up in church, make the reverend run, I'm that tricky

Brazen, you don't wanna see me act up

Obese hoes with no libido: I don't give a fat fuck

Get my money stacked up, I will never lack bucks

And my round's an applause but you'll still get clapped up

[Chorus: C-Mob]

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)

Brazen (brazen)