Close to the Edge

Lyrics

[Intro: Claas] Yeah! LSP and 4-2 Records! Ha! Let's go! [Verse 1: Claas] When you talk about me you better talk in facts 'Cause we riding, I know Dallas got my fucking back And Fort Worth is on the hip like a pistol is You'll be seeing fifty shades of grey when you get pistol whipped Bitch, this is not a game, shit's a blowout They claim to be tough, while they're crying letting the whore out What a travesty, casualties, no one to even mourn 'em I got this sewn up like after we pull out organs Leave a warning note written by two birds, that's a fuck you Pull apart and toss 'em in water just like they're duck food So what's good? Yeah, I heard you got a problem With a nigga that's hotter than a comet buzz is hotter than lava They're Luke, and ha, I am the father Medulla oblongata has a pistol pointed, don't bother Even try moving or you'll be splattered Brain pieces just scattered, Clizzle just shrugging like it don't matter [Chorus: Claas] Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy [Verse 2: Snypa Da Prophet] 42 Hey yo, Claas! What up? I thought we told these clowns to lay off The only thing that's A-one 'bout these rappers is steak sauce (Haha) Show up at they birthday parties with ARs (Blllllow) The squad coming straight for they cash, ain't trying to play cards Check the history, me and Clizzle been killing shit (Killing shit) 4-2 Records and LSP we the dealership (Dealership) In other words we not the ones that y'all should rumble with 'Cause when it's game time it ain't a fucking thing, counterfeit We got the rap game status on padlock I pull up to the drop and squeeze the grip 'til the clip hot The team gully, we ain't going, they're have nots (Ha) These boys ain't ready, light 'em up 'til they piss rocks We in the field, we get it cracking, they ain't tryna ride (Tryna ride) So many wannabe gangsters but they ain't tryna die (Tryna die) So when you think about your life think 'bout the other side (The other side) 'Fore you get backed up and sent out on that long drive [Chorus: Claas] Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy [Verse 3: Big Slack] I said give me some room, I need some elbow room 'Bout to take it old-school like some shell toe shoes Been on tracks with other cats and never felt them dudes (Nope) But when Claas is coming through, huh, what else I'ma do? 'Cause I smell pussy like your mom's in the spot Snide grin on my chin, keep the drama on lock Hell birthed these little rappers, yeah, the condom did pop These motherfuckers owe me checks when them commas gon' drop Yeah! Riff Raff, Wolf Gang get your problems solved Still the enforcer for employment when the sergeant call Them zeroes hit the bank (cha-ching), you see the target fall My wax shine on the scene clean as Armor All It's Sleez Boogie mufuckers, what the fuck's hot? (Sup) Your boy's back, spread that like some buckshot You ain't on the squad? Guess what, suck cock You pussies getting ran through like a truck stop [Chorus: Claas] Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy Close to the edge, don't push me Talk shit, get smoke like good tree They don't really want a problem with a good team I-I-I smell pussy