Death, Murder & Mayhem

Lyrics

[Intro: Beanie Sigel] Oh yeah, this dirty right here Oh, I'm comin', niggas, I know you hear my footsteps Kay Slay, what up? [Verse 1: Freeway] This is pandemonium, cuffs can't hold him Puff can't make 'em go get nothin' from nowhere Don't ask do we body shows, don't go there Jump off the stage, leave the microphone smokin' Free rep Philly everywhere that he's goin' He's overseas, y'all, please don't go there Y'all got keys but your keys get you nowhere It's up behind bars, nigga, no cells open Twenty-twenty vision, y'all bulls is Ford Focused We ride Benzes, key-less ignition Freeze on point like the bass with the rhythm, we livin' All y'all do is spark mad ism Test us, gun spark, no harsh feelings I play the villain, young arch-nemesis You don't got the heart, don't partake in it Is you soft like butter? I see Parkay visions You like, "Why did they let Free into this?" Bearded bandit, lyrical terrorist You know Free, he be everywhere the money is Flow like Free? Y'all guys is hilarious [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king [Verse 2: Young Chris] Put the barrel to his apparel, shoot back like bow and arrow I'm on them niggas' hees like shadow Hundred shottas go 'blocka' when it's a battle I turn that block to a plot if you niggas tattle Silencers when I do it, won't hear a rattle Nigga, that's how we do it on this north Philly gravel Illadelph to the city, don't need the help with me 'Cause hollow tips and the fifty tied to the belt with me Do you wanna ride or die? Yeahh La, la, la, la, send them fuckers in the sky, every shell got a name Feel like I spent years in the range so you know I'm so sincere with my aim Get the drop, you get shot if you there when I rain Go insane, get a kick out of airin' you lames You the type when it go down, disappear on the gang I did it from day one, still here I remain [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king [Verse 3: Tracey Lee] T Lee the answer, better yet, the antidote Sixteens, cancer, boy still a cannibal Bars raised standards, flow so impeccable But now that I'm a lawyer, go the game by the testicles The nerve of me, Slay, it just occurred to me If they under thirty then they probably never heard of me They don't show the courtesy My homie told me murder these clowns with rhymes and get in line like fraternities You better tell boy, yeah, boy, I'm hot You can call me hellboy, why? I'mma die hot Tra' still amongst the best, so why stop? Yeah, you know I'm a monster, youngster, cyclops Big game, hollow tip, click bang, I'm the shit Hit her in your Porsche, you only hot 'cause of politics Let's see, address me as yes sire, esquire Admire that feeling of pedigree that just fired [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring I slay niggas with K's, I'm with the drama king [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] Yeah, it's scrappy, it's like the iron swing And you can say that rappin' and let the llama sing I throw a note from this ACP Bullets come in HD and Blu-ray , you rappers is bootleg Your skinny ass jeans is too tight You wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight or nut in an orgy I rock your balls, you's a fuckin' employee Niggas better start duckin' when I'm pluckin' this forty Cold-hearted but my blood run hotter than June I'm still doper than that shit in the middle of spoons And I don't give a fuck 'bout a goon, I'm a guerrilla and pit I beat my chest and growl at the moon A alike, yeah, B alike You fleet little rappers annoyin' like mini-bikes A bunch of noise I just do it like Nike Pull out that toy, you get sparked on site, right Need a light? Uh Get it right, went over that stove, I cooked coke like rice Straight Bolivian flake, it cooked like twice Turned nine into a half a stone A Mac-90 with that hundred shot drum turn your house to a half a home And I ain't even in gear, I'm at half my zone You don't even know the half when that half is on I don't stop 'til your casket gone Start cuttin' niggas jumpin' off buildings like Pastor Troy We could face-off like Castor Troy Yeah, the Broad Street Bully back, you bastards warned