(Chorus repeat 2x)
(Dark Half)
I'm on my feet now; shit never was it aint sweet now.
Belly's full but I still starve can I eat now? Live complete now?
Told by the older gods never put my heat down
Verse One: Dark Half
Far from weak, but I'm feelin meek now;
fuck with the winners bitches listen when I speak now.
Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep now;
I'm on point and move even more relete now.
Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a beat down;
we sweep down these streets like community sevrivce.
Meet your faith face defeat now we hypodermic;
get in your skin niggas want beef now? Bring It on.
When we ball ain't no rebound;
the war on son, no time for sleep now.
Get your guns no surrender no retreat now;
You violated dog, blood gotta leak now.
Your whole life is down hill 'n type steep now; its deep now.
Watch me seperate the wolf from the sheep now.
May you rest in everlasting peace now;
Ranjahs 'n Bleek now.
This year is our year. knowlegde
Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half)
verse Two: wais
Aiyyo Half, Wais is on this shit now;
crawl thorough your hood
doin' ten miles per hour on the sneak now.
Window down revolver the way, make the gun peak out;
just to send a message let four shots leak out.
Front. I don't hesitate to reach now;
you think you nice but your dealer, your contract could breach now.
Chickens used to front, but they on my meat now;
catch me in the park after dark with the seats down.
I was known for endin' beef by layin' your feet down;
now I'm known for hot shit, one hundred de-grees now.
My style use to be just sick, but its diseased now;
take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now.
Death to my enemies, life to the family,
peace to all my killers up north who ever ran with me.
I'm still moving With the cannons G;
for the money there no problem catchin' a body and pleadin' insanity.
Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais)
Verse Three: Memphis Bleek
Yo, Never put the heat down; never creep without a three pound.
Roll deep now, speak with a street sound.
Who fuckin' with Bleek now? Seein' me don't eat how?
I take from the fragile; I'm looking past trial.
Blast out. If they ever rush the crackhouse,
throw the stash out, blow the spot down, pull the path out.
Leave no evedince. Gettin caught that irrelevant;
sittin' in the system for some drugs, I can't settle it.
My belly full now, so I whip through the hood now,
look good now; old beef is cooked now, in other words, shook now.
I put my thing down. Bleek still aim wild and slang vials; I remain foul. Brave child through a bang-out, smoke weed and hangout;
I duck D's and plain-cops. Game hot, bubble hard on the same block;
jungle scar those cats, movin' their cocaine out.
I went the thug route; my eight took the snub route.
Tinted my truck out; old drama bluffed out. No gun and curse words.
Got you niggas shook 'cause I hurt herbs, and it's the 1st
I'm a cat who get my money right, 'cause ain't no fun in life
if you aint runnin' right. I'm runnin' lights in the black V.
Find a rapper who could match Bleek, sent him to the bricks,
I'ma show 'em where the gats be. Motherfucker.