Street Veteran

Lyrics

[Mr. Hyde] Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit Yo, I do this for thugs, leavin' the righteous split Niggas turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster You might be type quick but son my bullets run faster Bustin' off shots, got you clutching ya knot Try to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit' a jab or two Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into maggot food Jackin' a magazine, kid I'll be done with it quick Watch me empty out clips like a son of a bitch No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth Make sure I finish the job of kids I'm plottin' to hurt I'm huntin' for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her And if I'm mad ripped I got the Louisville slugger Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face Little pieces of ya skulls all over the place Attack a chick, immaculate, never miss the target Open up ya mouth son, I'll use my fist to clog it Dead a for real, you betta get up ya shield Cause when I set up to peel, shit you'll be wet as a seal Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin' wit' worse thugs Prone to burse slugs, like Stallone the 'First Blood' [Necro] We get in real fights, with all my might hit you with steel pipes Leave you wit' flesh bites, that won't heal right, if I feel spite You dick suckin' whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin' explorers Evil like the auras and coroners, holding foreign objects To process, to cut ya spleen like submarine destroyers Punches to ya head in bunches Your goin down like munchkins doin' lunges Rippin' through stomach muscles like crunches Like metal nunchucks, smashin' ya ribs till they're soft like sponges Coughin up a lung of blood cells All you super guys will get pulverized When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like Jupiter's skies Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin' up cries Boxing like Romans and ancient Greeks, in the Middle Ages creeks For a spiked glove you'll get dangerously beat Fuck breaking through floor boards, wit' war lords And maintain jail, hard like chain mail, and broad swords [Hook: repeat 2X] Street veteran, we crack ya head you need Excederin Ain't no fear here A man steps, we shreddin' 'em Veterans, ya gear we riddinin' When the Glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the sediment [Mr. Hyde] A flurry of shots'll shank you like Triceratops Leave you wet like when the bottle of Sherry pops in ya grill It's foul like little babies licking cock You disgust me, like old ladies wit' chickenpox Equal rights, if the bitch steps outta line I'll have to fight her Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider Wishmaster, pulling out my bitch blaster You're dead and I'm breathin' 'cause I empty clips faster I'm thuggin it out, my clique is obnoxious We'll jig you wit' lock picks and dig in your pockets Blast TEC's directly through your Avirex Pierce flesh and bones as worms bless ya dome I'm decked in fatigues and steel combat boots Aim for your front tooth, then cold stomp that loose Cold merciless, hookers flirt wit' this Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch And fuck gangsta rap 'cause I'll shank ya back It's Hyde hollowtips verse ya'll blanks and caps All lucky kids that fought me already know 'Cause I left her body stinking like Courtney's sweaty hole You steppin' ta us without a weapon ta bust We'll jack you outcha Range Rover, make you trek on the bus [Necro] You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it We using fisticuffs and pistol snuffs To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and you think you're mister tough You remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant Like eating the brain of pheasants Destroy you like crack cocaine resin Like a trauma'd abortion Bring it to you like armored horseman Smashing you like the arms of 'Foreman' This has been drama endorsement A supporter of gore enforcement Cock, brain splattered on floor cement Seeing cattle killed is similar to men dying On European battlefields, shit is that real, I'm not lying You might be missing, despite tradition we try to fight efficient We're like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism Homes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit' bone Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice Enter the prize ring known as the streets A survive thing if you're weak and you'll be known as cadaver and meat [Hook]