gorillas

yy'all get too close

i'mma squeeze the life out of you

you speak too loosely with your words

i'mma silence you

you ain't a leader

dog--nobody'd die for you

you ain't a killer

dog--who the fuck lied to you?

and i don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas

tryin' to tiptoe by me

i'mma stab your team up

tryin' to get dough by me

i'mma snatch your cream up

'cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us

thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when i look at my gun

i cock back

can't squeeze when i look at my son

i stop that

can't breathe. y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes

i'm antisocial

don't speak unless i talk with a tool

you can take the braggin'

the boastin'

add up the passion devotion

the crabs that lack in emotion

we throw 'em back in the ocean

the pharaohs packin' the potion

we back in action and rappers are chokin'

actin' like they smokin' cats

their backs will get broken

and '96 was the year i started talkin' with vinnie

rockin' the city

talkin'

really reppin' boston and philly

now you can find us lined up with os and qd

we flow best

so don't test

we grotesque and beauty

i profess a slow death

your plan of attack's a panic attack

still better than bush's plan for iraq

my fam in the back

known to keep it realer than most

while you fake cats cower like the steelers coach

yeah

we the realest. ain't nobody stoppin' the fam

and we gorillas

walk around with glocks in our hand

and we some killas

run it like the mafia ran

and you should feel us cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand

we been bubblin' like bazooka joe since boogie down and super ho

futuristic

new simplistic

sweatin' my computer flow

army of the armed and dangerous

we stay with stainlesses

status is famous

raps translated to seven languages

rulin' rap

iron fisted

flow's fluid

rhyme is liquid

nitrogen

knife in my pocket

pull it out when shit gets twisted

y'all lookin' for villains? well

i'm that guy

i charge junior high kids for a contact high

and i could always tell kno was on some faggot shit

like singin' lil' kim's parts during magic stick

you'll get your face rocked

nose popped

we got heat cocked

the a-dot

o-dot

t-dot

p-dot

yo

ever since blood and ashes

life's slowly been changin'

catch me sweatin' every night with my rosary

prayin'

meditatin'

bathin' in blood

face full of mud

so grimy

tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug

razor blades under the tongue

with ways of the gun"