Bars R' Us

Kill one of them wise guys, you gotta kill a hundred

They just keep coming after you.....

[Verse: Ransom]

I done broke bread with some niggas, read from like every book

At the end of the day I'm still gon' be a petty crook

In the kitchen with bricks, Ran is a deadly cook

Got these fiends running through they lines like Reggie Bush

Your favorite rapper is dope but still very puss

Leave him in the woods, body parts in like every bush

That's how the dessi look, the world already shook

I'm running with Saddam and we gunning down every bush

I use to hustle scag now I'm in the cut with Fab

Trynna get a couple jags, money in a duffle bag

I never fuck with fags, make em all suffer bad

Slugs from that dirty shot gun that'll crush your abs

I got a bodega flow, it's sort of new

Spit like some barbecue seeds and a quarter juice

You just a soft excuse, see me in a flossy coupe

Thug motivation, I'll show you how to get off the stoop

You better call a truce

This ain't a basketball court but if you play with good D then I'm force to shoot

They use to call me brute, now I'm just awfully cute

Couple whips in the back, it's like I played a part roots

I gotta roll the dice. Got a heart cold as ice

You hearing these bars and you living through a solider's life

You got a piece of the pie, need to control the slice

Before I catch you slipping in your car like Obie Trice

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Got a little money, little respect, even a little power earned

Since the day the first album turned and the towers burned

Now I'm letting sour burn, waiting 'til it's our turn

And I keep squeezing 'til them coward learn how it burn

When I'm behind the mic, you know it's thirty thou' I earn

And I might say some crazy shit like Howard Stern

I'm guilty for letting Gallardo horse power burn

Otherwise you can't judge me, the court is now adjourned

I'm slamming the gavel, Lambo to travel nigga

It fucks the streets up, damage the avenue nigga

The hammer will have you dancing like Hammer on gravel

And you know the pump-action of the gauge

I moonwalk 'em back like Michael Jackson on the stage

The niggas that do it will be a fraction of your age

I keep the toys washed, the boys harsh

I can get the boy squashed without crossing the George Wash

I do the 28 carats one take a guess

Rock one of Jacob's best?, let the sun take a rest

Son make 'em stressed like the cops on him

Run up to your pops, warn him, while I got the drop on him

I'll put your seed in a bag, you know, popcorn him

Tell him you can't sell unless it's purple tops on them

I'll puts some guap on him and friend will maybe find him in a dumpster

Like they did Brenda's baby

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]

I'm deeper than the North Atlantic, my bars done caused a panic

Every jail, up north, I ran it like a beast I dig in beats

Y'all know the kid ??? stretch a lot a ???

It's a dirty game and we playing in the this bitch for keeps

I don't do shit discrete, cock sucker, this the streets

Two young guns with me and I don't mean Chris and Neef

Adrenaline junky, live for beef

If you don't your shit split, you getting pistol whipped until you missing teeth

And trust if we meet, everybody here deceased

You might as well die with them, you know you gon' miss your peeps

Check my resume, my background official, chief

It's fact, I kill all raps, you can ask Pistol Pete

5-k-1 killer, I don't just disown a snitch

Load the clips, blow the blitz, from long dis' blow a kiss

Even if you know you about to blow the 24 the ???

Where I'm from you carry the load, you ain't suppose to bitch

That's why I watch who I'm around when I pose for flicks

And I don't talk none of my business around these nosey chicks

I control the strip, potent shit, my soliders pitch

I got what you need whether you pop, shoot, smoke or sniff

Everybody claims they sold it all from o's to bricks

But if you ask around the hood, they never even sold a nick

I hear these other clowns bragging about they blowin chips

But in the club they don't know the difference between Mo' and Cris

There's no rapper coming close to this

Nigga all I smoke is piff, it's pure fuego in every vocal spit

A hundred thou' rap both my wrists

These new comers talking about they run Brooklyn like me and Fab don't exist

You wanna hold something, hold my dick

You ain't gotta like me, I know your sick

Number 1 soloist

Nigga