Wreckgonize

Lyrics

[Black Rob] Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people Verbally it's a massacre I'm sharper than the shanks up in Attica Choke a lame MC till he suffocate Lifeless but step into the shit that's priceless I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifles, triflin Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized It's premeditated so brothers recognize No escapin the hellacaust, pay your toll, come across And watch me test my burner on a horse Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to suckacidal It all boils down to my recital No time to waste, fill the bass I got ya head in a suitcase Smilin while I'm lookin at ya dead face The cause of death still remains a mystery, it's a pity They caught me cause the source had a flick of me Now the autops' the same, no external, no blood stains Sharp objects to pierce the brain I got enough dope for your veins and restrain Handcuffs and chains, nothing but pain [Chorus Yogi] Nigga, you better Wreckgonize You bett-er, Wreck-gon-nize Nigga, you better Wreckgonize Nigga, you better Wreckgonize, nigga [Yogi] Carlos, the base head, is lurkin (lurkin) Askin for change nigga constantly irkin Ms. Elizabeth callin out the win-dow to her husband Joe Nigga died a year ago And every day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure? Sippin on the booze as the Cru's smoke the blunts The whole blunt, nothin but the blunt But the oldheads in the project hit the heron Dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p-long Don't know how to act, Sister Eve go to church But she still smoke the cracks, praisin the Lord, doin bad Spanish kids across the bridge poppin all the mess tabs Go to the bar drop the llello Sniffin with the lows, all red lookin fail And the ledge round the way, Yogi still smokes dust Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice-Be, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice) I guess that lesson wasn't delivered When Chip and Eli took that long walk in the river Fuck a 95, we got the 9 2-5's, 3 8-10, 2 4-4's Make a nigga hesitate That's if you don't know the date [Chrous] [Chadio] In actuality violence is my reality Some tend to talk me but to them it's just a fallacy True lies, you kick your stories on the street Now it's true, listened twisted up and say it was you But me, I'm representin while my peeps puff herb, superb Dropin bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper While layin on my chest wish-in I had worn a vest Now don't ask why just Wreckgonize my demise Runnin from 4-5's spark the drive-by's Long hot days in July, the blood dries And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies The body states of America filled with lies Shorties runin and gunin in front of God's eye It ain't no surprise that the brain just fries Due to excessive use of the get highs And I'm that same nigga drinkin Mi-tie And we can't kick out habits no matter how man-y tries Living amongst the new world, doin despise Guys that don't give a fuck the just chastise But I rise, see my mind's too wise Catchin bodies with chip-a-bodies I have no ties Hittin home runs while you hit pop flies Don't mind the size nigga just Wreckgonize [Chorus 2X]