Fuck Ya Life

Lyrics

[Intro: sampled from Taxi Driver] ...creates a terrifying (c'mon!) portrait of life on the edge of madness This city here is like an open sewer, you know? It's full of filth and scum I think I know what you mean But it's not gonna be easy [Verse 1: Swave Sevah] The hommy reign is ridiculous, we straight from the trenches And came in equipped with some big shit (big shit) Take aim and start bangin' relentless (pow!) Scratch lames off the hitlist, it's pain That ain't just my nigga name, we inflict it (yup) Gun explode (yeah), you'll feel the flame from this biscuit Fill your body with funnel holes that'll drain out the liquids (he bleedin') Distant, shrink tryna pick my brain for the sickness (uh-huh) But result the same, I can't explain, I'm just different Warrior ways, early age, I had to learn this shit Wrapped the gemstone, gave to my son on his first Christmas (damn) We cut different (you like it?), rare fabric, a certain kind of cloth (yeah) When I spit, get strips of that cloth attached to a Molotov Break a nigga glass jaw, mazel tov (what's up?) Craft bars and drop jewels like the Holocaust (facts) New revolver, a pump, auto and semi Sig And you gon' be the first I test it on, like a guinea pig (c'mere, lemme test this) Let me introduce you to my heathen friends The mad stares, the bad air, breathe it in The side-eye, the low whispers, the demon grins And I bet you your bitch ass don't come around my team again (huh) This ain't your lane, chump, give up (give up) You're too sweet in these streets (you're sweet) Your veins pump syrup (syrup) And while I make a run to this liquor spot (yeah) You make sure you're not here when I spin this block (yo, don't be here. It's like that) [Verse 2: Nems] I'm the illest man on the face of the earth After she give me pussy, she gotta pay for the merch (pay up) Every time you open your mouth, you're makin' it worse I'll shoot your bummy ass kids, you put my name in a verse (r-r-ra) Your war stories is corny, I never believed 'em (never) Lot of goals in your raps, you ain't never achieved 'em (never) I paid eight stacks 'cause the leather is [?] (see this shit?) Slide dick to your chick and she never is leavin', uh Hit that dusty bitch with the Cialis dick ([?]) I'm at the strip club throwin' counterfeits (take that, take that, take that) Even your baby mama know you won't amount to shit (damn) And she got gangbanged by a thousand Crips (hahahaha) Without rap, bought my mother a crib (facts) Ninety days, 100K, that's what the website did (facts) If I showed you what I make, you would hate the amount Shit, I could cop another house just off my PayPal account (more facts) That little bullshit you make? Couldn't cover my interest But I could show you how to structure a business I would've showed you how to budget expenses But I heard that you a government witness (fuck outta here) I'll take your favorite aunt and fuck out her dentures (hold that) They left me at the bottom, crawled my way out the trenches Told the judge, "Fuck ya life" when she read me my sentence Locked in, fought my cellmate for 45 minutes (let's go pussy) The shit I've been through would leave some of y'all finished Gun to your dome, say goodbye to your thoughts (blaow!) My man's daughter was born autistic (damn) He told me that he feels like that's his karma for the body he caught, uh (real rap) I eat pork, and I fuck bitches raw (fuck 'em raw) And make 'em sniff a plan B through a McDonalds straw Gorilla Nems, the illest MC that you ever saw You go live with your enemies, you ain't ready for war (stupid) [Verse 3: RJ Payne] Machetes and swords, glove from Freddie, Eddie, I'm raw I'm petty, legends tell me I'm ready, heavy rapport Andretti, keep my hand on the Desi, let me explore Godbody, wide body, the Chevy '74, ahh Rappin' better than half this era The big black Beretta'll flip you, that's Capoeira Us three on the track? Nobody could match the terror My reflection talk back? Then pussy, I crack the mirror Payne - one sucka test and get cut in sections Rusty TEC'll have niggas rubberneckin' and stutter-steppin', uh And I don't need no gun, I'm a knuckle legend Take a couple seconds to punch your chest in, no fuckin' guessin' Woo! R-rated, my scars faded, y'all hate it I'm still raisin' the bar like car payments, God nice Sean Price fuckin' reincarnated, y'all favorites Ain't fuckin' with Payne, it's hard ain't it? Yeah! I deliver intelligence with the hotness Ghost writer, I got they skeletons in my closet Black Thought, I mix the melanin with the Logic Educated ignorance, yeah, the felons done went to college The greatest living, food for thought, thanks for givin' These bars nourish your soul, it feel like I'm bakin' chicken I'm cookin, all my secret ingredients make a difference I got several different herbs and spices, take a listen This was supposed to happen, the GOAT of rappin' Explosive action, this that Coca-Cola, you novo-cappin' It's over, captain; thought you was shinin'? I'm overcastin', no relaxin' Nigga, my aura bright as the whole Manhattan Cannibal with skill, give Hannibal the chills Top dollar, rottweiler, cocker spaniels'll get killed I'm flammable at will, my niggas got the light Baby, Eminem was right, I'm an animal for real, motherfucker It's Payne [Outro: sampled from Taxi Driver] Hey, what kind of guns you guys carry? .38s, .45s, .357 magnums? Something bigger, maybe? Look, uh, if you're really interested, you could give me your name and address... we'll send you all the information on how to apply. How's that? You will? Sure! Okay, why not? My name is Henry Krinkle. K-R-I-N-K-L-E. 154 Hopper Avenue Hopper? Yeah. You know, like a rabbit? Hip, hop! Heh heh!