[Intro: Malice]
Clip niggas
It's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Malice]
Yo, it's the final curtain, we black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up the sky in a black Suburban
We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three
The price you pay, and it ain't cheap, make his frame leak
When we speak, our dialogue consist of flame heat
Cop the brick, flipped it twice, and all in the same week
Flee the sirens, hit the Highlands, or the islands
All up in the loft with some chick from Thailand
'Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips, whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib in each time zone
Pardon us for the C4s and the started street wars
Better detour from this block and try and keep yours
'Cause if down here, we play not, niggas get got
Sendin' two through his red drop, make his pulse stop
How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul
Then we sit, fort of 50 split, roundtable style
[Hook: Pusha T]
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids (What?)
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
[Verse 2: Nako aka Fam-Lay]
Nigga, we comin' for ya
Four deep in the Explorer
Poetic torture, enchanted tales of horror
Fuck what they taught ya – my torture scorches all sorts of
Individuals, with chambers Hannibal thought of
The stick-up kids would love to stick me
They treat me like AIDS, they scared to get me
Too shook to get wit' me
To get me, mission's impossible, I got an arsenal
Of Glocks, for any obstacle that you can imagine possible
Nako flow, kill slow, like carbon mo–noxide
Tear your block, hide – burners topside
We're like the dark side – Clipse, Virginia niggas
We live for figures, we're killas, who injure critters
What ya'll wanna do now?
Got two Glocks, that's bustin' too loud
Nickel plate with no silencers, known to move crowds
Verbal liquid – stick wit', them herbs you live wit'
'Cause this is too explicit for your bitch clique
[Hook: Pusha T]
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
[Verse 3: Lee Harvey]
Gray raised coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' escape routes,;firm grip, knowing these jakes shoot
Check the rear view – 8 jakes, tailgatin' V-shaped
Handcuff the briefcase, whip's stolen, plus it need plates
Throw the coke out, exchange shots, windows broke out
All or nothing, two guns, both of them smoked out
Tire blow out, slight spin, 'til it don't end
I'm leaned to one side, sparks fly, ridin' on rims
High adrenaline, exiting as if surrending
A quick desperate attempt – sixteen, sent in the wind
Flee on foot now, German Shepherds trackin' my steps
Helicopter overhead, I look up, slappin' my chest
Show I lack respect, runnin' hard through crowded streets
"We have you surrounded" – special agents shouted to "Freeze"
Fuck naw – I'ma die, let Christ decide my fate
Try my best to empty both clips, sayin' goodbyes with hate
[Hook: Pusha T]
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Yo, yo, we travel, wit' drugs in the dashboard
And flee from the task force
Quit hollerin' 'bout your ones
You got guns – nigga, blast yours
Face is no remorse, mind cluttered wit' thoughts
Young'ns out like I-95, they only cost
Caught up in the fame that comes along with the street game
Don't forget about them head hunters, head hunting your name
'Cause they seen and heard how niggas flyin' chicks in
Half-black, half-Hawaiian – believe my dick's in
The way they lust for the dough is sickenin'
Mr. Claus to these bitches
So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen
These cheap coke niggas got me actin' irate
Enough bake on they blow to fuckin' spark a debate
Turn violent, eternal silence equals they fate
'Cause they tried to get over, those niggas stepped on my weight
Now it's time for slug love, thug love too physical
I need to ensure everybody's condition's critical
"Terrar – no mask up, your family ties strong
We'll make 'em say your name three times, then blast on"
Camaraderie, second to none like magnets
React first, think last, lay you in caskets
At any point, we fallin' off
Got you hustlers screamin' "call 'em off"
We runnin' through your town, in priest growns, draped over sawed offs
Drug habits, opposite end, we full of sin
Compare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men
[Hook: Pusha T]
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?
