Misery, Pain & Hunger

Lyrics

[Intro: Infrared] Uh-huh, yea, yea, uh-huh huh huh huh Huh huh huh, yea, eh yo [Verse 1: Infa-Red] I went from hoop dreams to loop schemes Selling to untrue fiends to get cream is how we do things If you the King, prepare to get down for your crown My niggas go round for round with the clubs or the pound And you know talk is cheap when you walk these streets You just get caught by the beast and caught up in beef But the Blaquesmiths got that shit, make me zone out Pull the chrome out, blow your bones out Nigga that's all that I know, I'm guaranteed to blow Cop a phat lab with acres so my weed could grow Infrared, Ruthless, that's all you need to know We straight up, thoroughbred hard head niggas that don't listen We coming for your position with the .4 spitting You better off snitching, fucking with the cop 'Cause when me copblock your block, we have you ducking your drop This for all my hustling niggas, stuck in them spots And all my struggling niggas living the Hard Knock To all y'all niggas, think y'all the shit when y'all not Let me tell y'all one thing, we coming for y'all spot All Glocks up, life ain't just glitters and gold When we pop up, y'all niggas get the jitters and fold We hold your block up, you can't stop mine, they clock nine Pull more shots then wine, it's our time to shine [Chorus: Blizzard & Sha Gotti] Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist [Verse 2: Blizzard] A bastard is a nigga who ain't got no pops I didn't need him, he want half when Blizz rise to the top Never that though, high style, eyes low from hydro Never pop Crist' or Moe', strictly pop metal When you beef with Blizz, the beef is never settled Pops never there, so I got to struggle just to eat But the beast is tryna wipe all my hustlers off the streets Run up in my crib, to my grandmom's, all types of heat Wake my grandpops up out his sleep and grabbing me From under my sheets and said, "You coming with me" 'Cause my crews on top, they tryna bring us to the bottom Give it to a hater who try to crosses my path, causing problems And get lives, whoever's involved? I write my hunger over beats and bars, these niggas wanna see me starve Gotta get this cheddar, can't feed my daughter Wu-Wear and leathers The Drama Begins and I'm bringing it to whoever [Chorus: Blizzard & Sha Gotti] Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist [Verse 3: Sha Gotti] Locked in prison, giving niggas facial incisions Getting head on the V.I. floor, from a pigeon Fucking nymphos, throwing cocktails through niggas windows An ounce of weed, two Glocks on the yacht with your biatch Never kill nothing, making death threats, bullets in doors of vets Hot lead melt cassettes, stick you for your baguettes Yo, I blast for this cream, sipping cash is a dream Cash Rules Everything Around My team We extorting niggas wilding, smiling on Riker's Island Hot slugs will burn you, whereabouts don't concern you Gotti, Black M-O-B, ring on my pinky Eyes chinky from hydro smoke, guns we tote Cement on your Wally shoes, throw you off the ferry boat [Chorus: Blizzard & Sha Gotti] Ruthless is the illest, our guns don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, niggas'll cut off your wrist