Right Back at You

Yeah, yeah, check it out now

Run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever

We can die together

As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence

I don't give a fuck about my presence

I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait

For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate

I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel

Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is my people

So, why you wanna end your little life like this?

'Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless

I live by the day only if I survive the last night

Damn right, I ain't trying to fight

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor

My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore

Ways of action, I grab the gat and

Ain't no turning back when I start blasting

Pick up the handle and insert the potion

Cock the shit back in a calm like motion

No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger

Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from

'Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin' but the big guns

Around my way, niggaz don't got remorse for out of towners

Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer

And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers

You got a real ice grill but are you really real?

Step to the hill, then I'ma test your gun skills

'Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle

But swing that bullshit this way

And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay

Queensbridge, that's where I'm from

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done

Six blocks and you might not make it through

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you?

Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush

You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck

What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you

To come out your face? Now I have to wet you

Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent

Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30

'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live

Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high?

Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team

Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream

And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit

Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks

Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable

In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu

There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons

Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns

You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran

Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand

Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender

Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember

My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling

The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him, slow down cousin

But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects

But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye

From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible]

Why, a nigga just died last week

As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street

But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac

His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back

But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed

Wit a firepack, don't even go there, 'cuz it ain't like that

Slow down baby, he said, "What, you trying to play me?"

You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me

Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me

Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy