It's on nigga
It's on nigga
You ain't a killa
You ain't a killa
You ain't a killa
Uh, you know thuggin' is my specialty
So you haters and bustas better come down and listen up carefully
Beef doesn't trouble me
We can handle it like men, don't take it to the streets
I hear a lot of rap cats and they think they thugs
Talkin' all that gangsta shit just to get a buzz
Okay, I hear you got a deal, but yo' image is fake
All that shit you talkin' boy don't hold no weight
I told you niggas is pussy and I tell it to yo' face
I don't need a bunch of niggas but for you it's a different case
Cat Bone's the name, John Wayne, thug nigga
I tell it to a nigga face, he ain't no killa
From down the way to St. Clair
We niggas beyond compare
Tell them mothafuckas we come from 'round here
Right here, put a wig on a pig and I gave that bitch a gig
Cleveland is the city that I come from
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Retaliation, is what we came here for
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit, now they don't want it no mo'
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
When I pull out the shotty, y'all better stop hatin'
If not I'll leave more spots on ya bodies than dalmatians
I don't think y'all niggas really know who y'all facin'
In the booth, they say them dudes hotter than Satan
But when it's beef, we known to slaughter niggas like Jason
I put the steel in ya mouth and I ain't talkin' 'bout braces
And have y'all thugged out niggas turn Christian like Ma$e
Nigga face it y'all ain't gettin' with Bone
Bitch nigga be gone
We attack on rap, ball bats and concealed government gats
Puttin' the high level iron into ya blood stream and this is a fact
Nigga we fill plots deeper than "Murder, She Wrote"
Think this a joke? Got killas that'll go for your throat
Better yet, leave you crumpled in a corner like a pile of dog feces
You gon' need like Osama Bin Laden to push to fuckin' see me
I'ma fuck with enough focus to focus on a focal
Point and leave you with fuckin' lungs collapsed
Cause if my killas miss, I'm guaranteed to pick up the fuckin' slack
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Retaliation, is what we came here for
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit, now they don't want it no mo'
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
I'm back hoes, stack dough, slam 'Lac doors
While yo' eyes stay shut, mine wide tryna see mo'
Let's see if you can see mo' (mo')
Thug, there's no names on slugs, I light flames to bud
Any problem, wanna see a nigga
I'm Flipmode but this ain't Rah Digga
But it's raw, can ya dig it?
It's written but ya feel it
I'm spittin', you trippin'
Quit shittin' with that bull my nigga this is the shit, ya bitch
When the beef is on, these niggas is gone
The only way they get a tan from standin' in line too long
They call on the lord in them small helicopters
Cause when I spit, I drop shit like Unabombers
We don't play, we collide head on with the drama
Equipped with nine llama, D.O.A. as the trauma
Ya momma, sheddin' tears, blamin' it on younger peers
Keep a hammer close near, and approach all fears
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Retaliation, is what we came here for
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit, now they don't want it no mo'
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
It's, America's most wanted
I step in the club zonin'
I see a couple of hoopers that I might go home with
But, then in the meantime
Muggs and his three guys
These enemies don't want beef so they best respect mine
Cause TEC-9's, wrap all waistlines, don't play like
Cause they ain't, knowin' we paid them bouncers to stay calm
Napalm, bombs in a vest, that's what you askin' for
Cause you don't wanna be six feet stickin' yo' ass to asphalt
Known for movin' bitches with telekinesis
My thesis consists of powerin' people in the streets givin' freedom
No need for competition, in a league of my own
I'ma die with my boots on, laced up strong
Everybody wanna be a thug, I'm a primadonna of the south
I'm a straight rider, don't get too close I might harm ya
Never roll with chickens, eleven roll with killas
Rider 'til I die, military mind
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut five
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