Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Now look, any time, any place Hit you up in any space, dump your body in the city waste You could get a taste, walk a slow pace (Come on) Very hard to trace, yet never hide my face (Yeah) I swerve behind the wheel, weaponry concealed Too many bitches, too much time to kill All of this we know too well, 'cause blow we sall Like grown ups in grade school, live show and tell (Come on) Wanna face off? Nah, I'd rather take you off [?] [?] recognize this is more than talk Sincere I speak, that's why y'all fear when this words are bleak Terrar, lead you on a one way (Bitch) Straight to hell on a Sunday (Bitch) While I'm just living the wrong way, TWA jet Soarin' in Ralph Lauren off up into the sunset [Hook: Pusha T] Y'all niggas don't move with caution (huh) Running round here [?] (fucker) Like your name was Richard Dawson If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene [?] flee my stateline often (yeah) [?] bring your ass to the coffin Hope your dreams ain't to do [?] (Clipse, baby) And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene (come on) [Verse 2: D. Gritty] [?] find myself stranded in the dark with a [?] I ain't mad 'cause you wanna get involved with a team Keeping infrared think he dodgin' the beam (what?) Sendin' half of your body from Harlem to Queens (come on) Smoke six jars of green, [?] You [?] sleep, I'ma take charge of the dream (yeah) Just to type of cat to murder your relatives, tell the kids: (yeah) "Life's a bitch, you better off dead" - but I'ma let them live (come on) Pack two objects, gun and a clip [?] claim he runnin' this shit I said: "Get low, your bitch know I'm coming to pimp" Shot him in his leg, now a nigga run with a limb And I don't even to gotta get high to scare these dudes (yeah) Got a house full of guns that they barely use (motherfucker) I'm talking shit to get y'all cats severely bruised [?] stuck with your face in the daily news [Verse 3: Bugzy] [?] waitin' to see if I'm going to get the wifey A nigga stay icy, walk these streets lightly (come on) Ask you politely, kid don't like me You fucking with who? Get you knocked off lightly [?] How would you feel with your face under nikes? (come on) Talk with a silencer [?] Just murdered 365 people [?] calendar Take one of your kids that flee away to Canada [?] [?] if you are immature Quick to pull the trigger on a nigga that's a gambler Nigga, we too hot, no resort in Miami [?] Got no awards but I got street Grammys Coke out the trunk that we selling like candy, nigga [?] Chek our debut, it's the mean in the family [Hook: Malice] Y'all niggas don't move with caution Running round here [?] Like your name was Richard Dawson If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene [?] flee my stateline often [?] bring your ass to the coffin Hope your dreams ain't to do [?] And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene [Verse 4: Malice] I blast so that it echo, let your ears ring To the sound of 6 hollows and a wind piercing We throw [?] like [?], niggas got no love And I don't mind my face [?] with your blood One in both lungs, each projected from both guns [?] and your casket's a closed one Watch you fall back, hope you rest with a [?] When your life flash before your eyes, know I caused that When I hold on both sides, is known to shatter lives We indians in these streets, screaming battle cries [?] and let em know, [?] you let em blow Fall so deep that it'll set your soul free [?] watch em go down, [?] em again [?] his vision is blackening Allow me to help you meet your demise for ya Hit you quicker when you die, shut your eyes for ya (Bitch) [Hook: Pusha T] Y'all niggas don't move with caution Running round here [?] Like your name was Richard Dawson If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene [?] flee my stateline often [?] bring your ass to the coffin Hope your dreams ain't to do [?] And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene