[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)
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