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[Chorus repeat 2x]
  [Dark Half]
  I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
  Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
  Now, told by the older god never put the heat down
  
  [Verse One: Dark Half]
  
  Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with
  The winners bitches listen when I speak
  Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep
  Now I'm on point and move deep more relete
  Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a baet down
  We swept down these streets now like community
  sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we
  Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now
  Bring It on when we borm ain't no rebound the war on son
  No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat
  now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype
  Deep down its deep now watch and seperate
  The wolf from the sheep now
  May you rest ever last in peace regons compete
  This year isare year knowlegde
  
  [Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half)]
  
  [Verse Two: wais]
  Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough
  Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt
  In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a
  Message let for shots sneak out front I don't
  Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but
  Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now
  Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now
  Catch me in the park after dark with seats down
  I was known for emeny layin your feet down
  Now I'm known for shit one hundred degrees
  Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease
  Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now
  Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my
  Killers up north who ever ran with me I'm still moving
  With the canners g for the money there no problem
  Pleanin the asanding
  
  [Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais)]
  
  [Verse Three: Memphis Bleek]
  Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound
  Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek
  Now Seeind me dom't eat how I take from the fradout I'm looking
  Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the
  Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince
  Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I
  Can't settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now,
  Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I
  Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave
  Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play
  Cops game ,hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went
  The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old
  Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause
  I heard heard and its first I'm a cat who get my money right
  cause ain't fun in life If you runnin I'm runnin lite in the bslck v
  Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks (Brooklyn)
  I'm show em where the gats be mothersfucker