Watch Your Step

[Intro]

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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

My guns are bigger than a baby's arm with Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam

The bullets stay inside your brain like it's your favorite song

I don't give a fuck who they hitting, they can graze your mom

I load the motherfucking clip in, they like baby bombs

I see it as something beautiful when the metal fly

Around the way call me Lucifer, a hell of a guy

I'm a motherfucking veteran I'm telling you why

Beat his head until there's red in them I'm letting 'em die

City of brotherly thugs, the home of filthy living

You ain't fucking around with Vinnie, Percee and Guilty Simpson

Unless you wanna be the target that we dump the clip in

I do the shit during the day, I like the gun to glisten

You a backwards motherfucker; you run to prison

You think that being locked with males in jail's a fun position

You should kill yourself rapper and be stuck in the earth

To be honest; ain't no rapper that can fuck with you, Perc'

[Chorus]

For the cats in the hood with a rep

Hustle through the AM when most men slept

In the waistline where the roscoe's kept

I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step

I'm on the edge nigga watch your step

We here to eat till there's no food left

In the waistline where the roscoe's kept

I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step

[Verse 2: Percee P]

Fast or slow pace my flow lace tracks this cat'll throw bass

And don't waste steps and go chase broads to no place

Master streets, impress the freaks, pimps dressed for weeks

Hoes left to me I guess to cheat and test the sheets

Ripping shows from here to Britain yo I'm hitting hoes

Skipping those women that sniffin' blow and not getting dough

First degree murder rhymes disturbing mind like urban lies

And quote words only science to Percee P

Amateurs know they can't stand with the pro

My Bronx-Angeles flow cause damages most scandalous foes better handle it yo

I'm getting that food that are steady ripping blacks

Spitting raps, hitting cats for kicking wack lyrics to bitten tracks

My interviews say I said a few lines to diminish crews

Some men'll do shit like bending rules

Go for the kill I'll still finish you

I'm so hot we gotta close shop, you know not to open your spot

While I patrol blocks you getting no props

[Chorus]

For the cats in the hood with a rep

Hustle through the AM when most men slept

In the waistline where the roscoe's kept

I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step

I'm on the edge nigga watch your step

We here to eat till there's no food left

In the waistline where the roscoe's kept

I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

Guilty Simpson damage is beyond word descriptions

Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats

Smoke in the alley where the young cats bust toast

Pinching pennies to pay up his truck note

My various techniques compare with Jet Li

I'll chop with an AK and kick when it's pay day

Let's see how many men must test me

Deadly with a pen, let the rest beware

Face down in the playground six feet deep

In the sandbox when my right hand cocks back on the hammer

You rest in peace

I pray on wack cats when I bless the beats

Like priests in the Vatican heat rat-a-tattling

And sprayed up the vehicle your homeboy traveled in

Fuck the spots they brag about

We kick your front door way in and drag em out