(Hook x2)- nas hook-

Join me in war Many will live... Many will Mourn...//
Its Money over bullshit pistols over braun...//
afraid not of none a yall cowards... but of my own strength...//
afraid not of none a yall cowards... but of my own strength...//

V-1
my style is aincient...filled wit hatred...//
watch as i shapeshift... from a plaintiff...wit patience...//
to a patient thats waiting for examination... cuz hes straight sic...//
sometimes when im stressed i say fuck this shit....//
an i just grab a 5th of henney an a dutch to split...//
so when we battle dont meet ya death fake or stage it...//
cuz if u still got yo life then im hunting you down to take it...//
cuz my flow is like murda in the first degree...//
premeditated lyrical homocide ont he industry...//
go on check the stats... an feel ya temples throbbin...
an u can be an u could be gatman cuz all im doing is Rob'n...//
cuz after six shots a petron... i aint never stoppin...//
leave u in the corner... kinda like u was boxed in...//
from me box'n or spittin lyrical toxin, it noxious...//
so yall bitches clear the room...whenever i halk spit...//
whenever my glockspit...//
whenever i talk shit...//
whever im gone rip...//
every fake villian... & im sayn ya flow strep...//
i got the cure like i was pennecillin..
my flow hexed...//
ya flow about 6 my flow best....//
leave yall suckas cursed out... while my flow blessed...//
so who'll join me in war... none of yal O.K. Next...//
let me find some real killas... that aint scared to hold a tec...//

(Hookx2)

V-2

Its the criminal... u thought i was dead...//
but im back wit avengance... an my eyes red...//
leave cowrin liek a child scared under there bed...//
an its insane how the cain remain... to reign wit pain...//
addiction is a mofucka... cracks the name...//
ya see i gotta few ill... an great tecniques...//
dont spell it proper... cuz i still put tec to ya cheek...//
an its clear to see these cowards are weak...//
youll get devoured... an i mean now in the streets.../
cuz its always been the bad side...neva sen a good side...//
watch out for my soldier... look how my fucken hood ride...//
so i really cant believe yall tryin diss this...//
i got an arm like bret farve... an bic pens...//
u could say my lyrics... be killn from long distance...//
see me in a rap... then itll a wrap...
when i wrap ya body up in plastic wrap...//
u can stick wit pea shooters...//
i got classic gats...//
that will leave u shittin in a plastic bag...//
(oh)
its B to the L to the double O D, L to the O to the Fuckin VE...//
& Cto the OU R.A.G.E...cuz my heart aint even nowhere near weak...//
when i win a battle i sit backan just call out next...//
an wit the same pen i write wit... ill draw ya last breath...//
picture sars.. the avian flu an MCD...//
roll it all into one an what infects u is me...//
i got guns trust & believe me...//
but all it takes is my hand to son u like lil weazy...//
but after a full clip ull be a lil weazy...//
chest smoking...still smith an wes totin...//
ill leave ya limbs broken...while u still hoping..//
im joking...my rhyme style potent...//
patiently waitn going through trials an tribulations...//
fighting god an satan...
wandering if the day will come when i lose my patience...//
but you know every step i take is on the path to greatness..//

(Hook x2)
Join me in war many will live many will mourn...//
its money over bullshit pistols over braun...//
afraid not of none of yall cowards... but of my own strength...//
afraid not of none of yall cowards... but of my own strength...//