[Chorus: Treach]
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this
Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [Sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near (yeah, clack-clack), keep it right there
If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin' them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin' rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka, bucka, blow, bucka, blow, blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect intended
To anybody who may be offended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to danger
Danze is a strange man and I'm filled with anger
Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
Cocksucka, we will proceed to squeeze
It's raw, muthafuckas
[Chorus: Treach]
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this
Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough titty to us
We'll be stompin' bitches till they shoot us, get wild
(Get wild, get wild, get wild)
(Get wild, get wild, get wild, get wild)
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
Barefooted, kicked down doors for my whole empire
Rapid Fire, (First Family), Rapid Fire (M.O.P.)
See, I know a lot, seen a lot, done been thru a lot
Took a lot, never took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was bringin'
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin'
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back
Lil' Fame never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we stomp fools and the gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
(Fizzy Womack) That was my nigga
[Chorus: Treach]
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this
Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit
[Verse 3: Treach]
You did ya hit you had to do most, five minutes and you go
Comin' with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin' this shit since gettin' whipped for wastin' grits
And sneakin' out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
I'm subtly followed and find and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin' in stollin' jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin' the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, with M.O.P!
[Chorus: Treach]
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this
Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin' bitches till they shoot us, get wild
(Get wild, get wild, get wild)
(Get wild, get wild, get wild, get wild)
[Outro]
Yeah, salute, salute
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