Prey

Lyrics

[Chorus] Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? There's no surrender And there's no escape Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? [Verse 1] Come 'n' rumble in the jungle, with a gun You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you're done It's a slum, we don't fumble, we go bundle after bundle I'm from Harlem son, you ain't gotta wonder where I'm from Big 'ol drums by the bed, he gon' run, not a chance Big 'ol trunk not a branch, hit him once, body cramps [?] fuck just tonight, she gon' jump, I'm the man As bad as a Justine Right, tell them chumps, I've been stamped Dumb as dance, I've done did more IV then a nurse, understand My wrist blowin' white as Papa Smurf, I'm advanced I don't need your record label deal, pop a xan 'Cause if I hit a set, too late to peel, yes you chill I'm orangutan, not your claim to fame, call the Tech They suspendin' me, 'cause I don't play those games Yes I'm [?], stay away, I'm allergic, ya'll get murdered Ya deserve it, it's a wrap like a turban, I convert it Time to rock, fire shots, ain't no point tryin' to block Find a box, on hydraulics, we gon' watch the body drop I've been hustlin' since Writers Blocks, niggas playin' - I'ma pop I was [?], but what's shakin' - Michael Fox [Chorus] Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? There's no surrender And there's no escape Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? [Verse 2] Come 'n' rumble in the jungle, with a gun You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you're done It's a slum, we don't fumble, we go bundle after bundle I'm from Harlem son, you ain't gotta wonder where I'm from Big 'ol drums - MPC, he got punked, let him be They get runned, then we flee, 'till they come, yellin' freeze You'll see blood, if he play, my day ones, MBB What up Moo, with them treys, I was once MCG, 100C I had a long day, poured me a drink, MVP I came up to get ballin' again, envy me I'm the reason Harlem on the rise, get his keys 'Cause he do too much buzz to let him drive Tell them guys, I don't play, baddest mami, on her way That's a fact, Charlamagne gave her donkey of the day I'm okay, ya'll can keep all the hate that I don't need I'm a boss, [?] niggas soft, cottage cheese, save your props Are ya'll [?] takin' shots, [?] 'fore I make a hottest tater tot Zip your mouth, when I'm finna pipe too late to stop I'll whip you out, 'till I turn the stop to vacant lots [Chorus] Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? There's no surrender And there's no escape Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?