Lyrics

[Hook] These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this [Verse 1: Illogic] Don't look at me like that, you might get smacked in the middle of next week You're safer on your block 'cause there's less heat, table set, let's eat I double label that, no sweat, you're dead meat Couple bodies with a loose leaf sheet Who got beef with Ill? Bring it, I could have a full course meal My skill breeds pens, I came alone, you need friends I open, so let the madness begin I have to blend, finesse with raw wordplay Slap your man, if they try to get in my way Your brain will bend with every line that I say Pass that to your men, you're too much of a bitch to spray The flood gates have been parted, pardon But only step up to the plate when your nerves harden Hold up, I'm starting to get into my element The benevolent, that bullshit you kick's irrelevant Look at me when I'm speaking to you 'fore I dice your crew and heat you up, toss you in my stew Never test us, Columbus in your faces On top we won't stop 'til your kids erased quick [Hook] These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this [Verse 2: Fess] [?] Fess with the second verse Cold brother [?] Feds doing dirt Ladies, leave your man, Fess'll put you to work No shame, [?] aim and in [?] If it ain't my money, I'm spending it, I'm splurging [?] diversions, iced in the [?] My fashion sense professed real passionate And this [?] can't seem to get passed this shit Smart [?] really think they know the scam but Me too intelligent, you'll never really know the man That's right, I'll be the asshole hip-hop gigolo Instantly move on hoes from [?] to pro Get a little change then ride up on [?] 'cause if you up your bank, you gotta up your rank Cats don't think so I'ma do it for you A thousand [?] emcees, Fess controls cause of Yo I gotta eat so I stay on my grind My hand on your honey, my money on her mind [?] spitball, set sand traps and pitfalls Don't just ask, [?], we out to get ya'll [Hook] These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this These cats need to quit talking shit Hiding just like a little bitch We won't stop 'til we find you To chop your heads off like this [Verse 3: Bru Lei] No beats needed, your blown speakers get By the sole of my sneakers kick, ok You can call me Mike Open or Open Mike Last name Closure, Mike, you got a overbite I roam streets with chrome teeth and I'll eat you The microphone fiend crew, beef is when I see you A lot of emcees really wanna be Bru Hiding behind glass like that glass ain't see-through Smoke a lot of trees then do what the weed do I know you seen him flier than see my name See my face, you probably see me on stage But see I'm high, you ain't see me upstairs with your dame I heard you be talking shit, walking with your back turned Payback's a bitch and your bitch back hurt You don't want me to be quiet, you wanna be famous too We know where you're hiding, we bringin' over Channel Two