QB Meets South Suicide

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh Alright, alright, alright It's that war shit It's that raw shit [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, anthem of the big barrels, handlers of huge flamethrowers The most foul, throw in your towel, Q-double Blow a few in your coupe bubble Raised like a soldier, camouflage post-up You shook when we slam or throw our guns in the air Stop the party like Trafalgar Square You got, LB, Iraq to QBC Southside dunns lock the Far Rock with me [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] This niggas not playin, got shot sprayin Cought up in hot range, start prayin Swear on my pops name, you lucky the cops came I had the streets scatterin we heat battlin Niggas scared to death we hear their teeth chatterin On some thug shit I murk a nigga broad day in public On this drug strip dees run shit Always gеttin burners up inside the club You got two choicеs, swallow pride or blood I start shit in a heartbeat, and spark heat, you want beef? My niggas fuckin knock out your front teeth Tongue kiss the barrel inbetween your lips It'll be so much bloodshed niggas think we crips [Verse 2: Havoc] Ay yo I sit down and think, tryina make shit work What goes around comes around but I ain't finish the dirt Keep the gat close opposites don't play fair Rock a baldie but still they try to get in my hair Q U double E N S, you rockin that vest? Anything less will be pushin towards your death Any last request before that last breath? You know you gonna die hopin that the cops [?] I'm from the bridge where they still throw it up in the park Thug surgeon, operatin testin that heart Get left in parts, amputate them parts And if you ain't been doin this son don't start [Verse 4: X1] My Queens niggas get the dough here You niggas so scared, listen to their pulse rate echo They wet tho, streets is just a part of me god I can't let go so what now? Doin this just for rep, you might aswell hold your breath And wait for death and fuck with X I'm not your ordinary rap nigga I'm used to crack figgas, X1 will tap dance on your back nigga My backstreet killas ready and willin to body somebody Have you beggin for your life tryin to [?] Raid the streets where you crave to eat You can be brave to speak to save the peace Nigga what