done? Pumping in your chest Pressure's rising and you sweat You feel like you're going to faint The pills you possess are not going to help you She's like a razor
George stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand
Martinez Prodigy Live from New York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can
lives in your rhymes and then avoid em You never felt the moisture in the air from coke boiling You never felt the razor scrapin your plate your hands
in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a
it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it 'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it We get it in our hands, and then it go right
wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under
measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man) A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand) All around
down by police, is there no justice, no peace? So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P. Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness Or disease, and our
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
as our souls watch astound Our characters flounder, duplicitous identity Diction and contradiction have become the skills of assimilation Razor honed to perfection from the moment of creation It's gone from
me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me goin' hand to hand
up north dirty south, Yankee music Uh, it ain't where you from, homey It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from
with a knife seem I'm breakin' off rappers I'm sight seeing I just love to eat human beeings You could see um Fuckin' a bitch with razor blade, hand grenades
bed Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And thats some sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When I'm
bed Don?t push me cause I?m close to the edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And thats some sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When I?m
up with the chicks Who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from
pocket Move the H on our block, in front of H an' R block See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock I keep the looga hug, show you how to
