its not just the crew name its the ego N slyain
my flow hot.... making it feel like the evil-sprayin
N they bitch up when they cant see u... so they mouth complain,
make'in da desert egale spit hot.... evaporate the water-drop's in its lane
leaving the sceen look'in like a flood the way ya blood drain
plus my blow's is something superman couldnt sustain
and its like i could go to war with bush.... cuz my rockets be the size of a cart-train * *
its like a profesional carpenter.... the way I cut-frames
u hoe's fucked N it aint that time ..... when i say these cunt's gonna leave with blood-stains
i'll twist ya neck un-till i hear it crack
bring it back,
N switch sides till it ya hangg'in lose like a gummy worm snack
u dummys wont learn jack,
cuz when i say i got led ya thinking in my book bag packed
i'll shook ya'll stack,
un-till u droping dimes like a venden machine
bet crimes aint noting to talk about un-till its seen
cuz a "Violent Type" dream is obscene for the same murda routine
N i aint never herd of ya team
but if ya think ya in reach then its probley from a info-beam
the info sets to gleam,
cuz when ya look u done.... like a pre-cum-dream
N i stay sneek'in shot-in befor the job's-ova..... like a crack-addict-feen

BANG-BANG-EARLY.......
.....

I REFUSE TO GO ON WITH-OUT MY CREW........

i'll let them murder the rest of u fags BITCHES.....

BANG-BANG-EARLY......