featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1
(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
[Sticky Fingaz]
I'm from New York nigga, the murder capital
Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
I'm a sinner, I hope God forgive me
At the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live me
All my niggas is hardcore criminals
All I got left is my word and my genitals
I'm on some thug shit till I get cremated
Me and Larry Davis probably related
I hate the judge and can't stand the cops
Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
You wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smoked
I'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!
I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!
I'll make Ted Bundy look like the pope
I show no love cuz I ain't got no feelings
You know the routine, reach for the ceiling
And if not for you, do it for your child's sake, nigga
I'll get you murdered then come to your wake
I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
Niggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verse
Holdin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bid
I'd rather die, put that on my unborn kid
There's two ways out the game, death or jail
If there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?
Chorus
There's two ways out the game, death or jail
If there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)
[X-1]
X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck
Out your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you out
Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit
Most y'all cats is wack and need practice
Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
It's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than this
Squeezin hard for the chips
More bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of it
Every car hidden go
