It's Time I See You

(feat. Cross, Drag-On, Eve, Infa-Red, Sheek)

Drag-On
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
fk y'all talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...)
Get it right, you f*gg*t heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only he respect and, y'all shook right?
y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
wit two downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home
scared as* , you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope)
ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigg*
for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
we make stones that say ? your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigg*, double R's hoodrat
the nigg* they come get quick b*tch, on this hood s**t

Cross
Y'all girls think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fkin s**t up like Tim McVeigh
gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fk out the way
I aint the s**t that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse

Infa-Red
Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry)
I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin
It's Infa-Red the s**t that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef

Eve
Yo, ay suck my d*ck b*tch, the way this chick spit rid*ckliss
Here we go again, only we on Kiss s**t
we comin and you keep runnin
you keep claimin you the best that done it
p*ssy let me see somethin
fake screamin "Ryde or Die"
same we run up on and make 'em cry
outta all the camps in this game, nigg*
we the champs in this game
who kick the real s**t before the fame
fk you fat ass, fake bad as*
still play the hood while you ride past
coward trust me, we keep it gutter
hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh

"It's time I see you..."
Styles
Ayo, I aint got a care in the world
Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl
and like, you aint got a care in the world
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head
my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigg* out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigg* that they talk about goin to Chao
and my name ring bells, my blade stay blood
if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells
the nigg* to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, motherfker, givin you pound

Sheek
What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send on vacation
right in front of the radio station
motherfkers aint quiet til the tech go off
arteries h*tted, hawkin, they neck is s**t
I'm the motherfkin hardest
I smack the s**t out of any one of your artists
whatever the label
y'all don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
and I don't give a fk, Sheek'll do life in the box
before any of y'all b*tch front on the LOX
What? Motherfkers, c'mon

Jadakiss
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin
but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
this is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
everything got dubs on it, even the vets
50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squ*rtin
when they start hurtin, that means they workin
only way we comin is hard
industry is like jail nigg*, double R's runnin the yard, uh