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Esoteric
I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk I got this big as* bag
When opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
The pistol on me that I rock it aint by Mitchell and Ness
I be medicinal tests cuz Im sick in the brain
Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin this pain
Im thinkin names on the reg like a break for the third leg
Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg
I got the knife now limbs Im hackin off
Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh
Slackin off aint allowed when youre on a mission
To annihilate entire nightclub crowds
Emptyin every clip, Im fightin all types of s**t
Ive been hit, I really like this s**t
Some muth*fkas should be payin me to write their s**t
Whilin out bangin out Bicardi bites and s**t
I wont settle, I deserve a medal
Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level
Cop Talking Over Radio
Units in area come in, code 11352
Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
On route to reported drug transaction
Investigate immediately
Esoteric
I load up the glock I line cats in chalk
Lotta pigs pullin triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
Dont, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas steam but its wrapped in violence
When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants
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Lock and load fk buryin heaters
Im ruthless like a mother tryin to bury a fetus
Ill wet you up like you stuck in the rain
Hit you in the jugular vain Im pluggin ya brain
Guy Talking
Ya punk as* wanna try somethin with me?
Esoteric
Yeah whats that fk that
muth*fkas bustin at me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte you cant floor Shay
My style is negative like the image I portray
Change descriptions, let my beard grow
Im weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe
Tryin to make it to the next bar without crackin a whip
5-0s start crackin the whip
Do a search find crack in the whip
Grab a jacket and split cop yells hold it right there
Ill be back in a bit now Im packin a clip
Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells
I aint goin nowhere, take that take that
You aint killin me you aint takin me alive
I aint goin out like that
Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)
Yo, take that s**t the fk up outta there
What I tell you bout makin all that (no)
Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya as* to bed god dammit (no no)
No more XBOX for you for a week (no)
Im sick a this, matter fact fk that (takes off his belt)
Cmon boy, Im bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)
muth*fka, take that muth*fka (Esoteric cries)
Aw hell boy, stop that cryin
I didnt raise me no little bytch!