through your head

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

aiyo

i move with a click that's wreckless

and they ain't got no problem spraying your ass

like disinfectant

so if i feel disrespected

i promise you family

your body gon' be hollow tip infested

i come from the slums of the 212

h-dub

lennox ave

fuck you gon' do?

we got wild clips duke

with things that'll hit you

and leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist through

homes

you don't wanna push me there

to the point

i gotta leave you in a bush somewhere

nah

you don't wanna push me there

it ain't worth it

dog

homeboy you better - better

huh

before i aim in you - huh

it's real

you heard millz real

and better believe it stupid cause -

nah

come on

slay you know who to holla at

i'm heavy ever where from harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas sat

hell is what i'm giving em

fuck hurtin'

i'm killing em

got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again

i nurture the track

the perfect of rap

its nonsense how the don

get curved it

to clap

you miss me

simply

i asserted the track

kay classic

the same game

dog

with packs

mobsters with the arms up

feel the game with me

bomb up

as i conduct

this is ang' furry

huh

i made berry

the whole league in jones beach

and bake berry

the h jerry's is so sweet

so brief

aim's gone

in the building

o.g.'s ain't honor the brilliant

except for the minds

that push the breathe

for the best to colide

better yet

i put the x in define

never fret

when it's beef

i put the pep' in the nine

from your brain to my watch

you be ahead of my time

aim/shift

your brain wrist

the gate aimed to lift

the game will keep going because angelous exists

bitch

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

what up

it's cashmere

ya

your new rap fellow

we in hoods like the jam in '86

hello

you know what that means? ya'll the rap queen

bunch of bitch niggas

bow to your new king

and after this there won't be no more

you dudes

is full of hype

that's what tv's for

so

get it through your head

or the nine'll leave

eight holes in your head

think i'm playing

nigga? i have my peeps pop out my the van

and you lookin like

a soldier out of pakistan

ask them dudes on this track

they'll tell you cash the man

whatever he doing

trust me

i know i can

i'm ahead of him

eight miles and running

i'm done busting shots

the next hit

the bomb drops

you cocksuckers is about to die

and - let's go

come on

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

either you get it through the head

or you get it through the leg

either way

you graze these bullets

is gonna leave you dead

and i ain't freezin' up

when it's time to pull it

you heard what i said

it's theodore nigga

we all about the bread

niggas

and it's time for a reality check

yet i'm celeb in the hood

and i ain't even seen a salary yet

ya'll niggas flee when my calvary's step

staten island we rep

stylin' to death

pumpin' gallons to wet

and like nick

yeah

i stay with the cannon

lay in fours

get

kid you stuck wherever you standing

lay you on the strip

play you for a bitch

you punk

pussy

you dealin' with crumbs

so stop actin' like you one tough cookie

i'm not the greatest

i'm the latest

ya'll faggots is imitators

air you out like venilators

and bang you like skinned potatoes

cause most of ya'll faggots is sounding like little jada's

yo

i speak for the stuy

brooklyn is mine

get it through your head

'fore i round these bullets up and send them through your head

last nigga tried to stunt

left his hat full of lead

left the picture that your see

for the inside of f.e.d.s

i want you to think

that my gun don't burst

my tech'll make niggas back up like cars in reverse

definition of a thug

man

put in your work

and nigga act up

you put his work in the earth

yeah

i'm hotter than you ever was

real? you never was

hustle hard

nigga

we get you

whatever drugs

bet you none of ya'll seen

machine guns rattle

so i let off

and let you feel the heat off the barrel

my dogs rocked up

and got you when you hit the gravel

been a hard hitter

before the mets signed darryl

i'm your reaper

when i blast the street sweeper

you bitch niggas'll crack up like cheap sneakers

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

get this thing through your head

and they will never be no more

tell me

tell me

about it

damn it

yo

ya'll niggas keep talking greasy

like i won't melt ya'll

see me in the streets

got more smilez than southstar

pull your socks up

homey

you know what i'm about

yo

i was pushing rocks

you pushed the roc

forgot yo's

lot of niggas thuggin'

but not like me

put the fifth to your nose

for being nosey

fuck a throwback jersey

you trying to be fabolous

end your career

have you resurface like canibus

nigga's shouldn't have let me loose

i'm well when i'm sober

imagine off cran' and grey goose

i'm liable to clap the tech

make you take that chain off

but i don't want a rash on my necklace

shit

we ain't the same calibur

listen

your don

i treat ho's how i wanna

even got a bad blonde

got bad feet

so i hit her with her shoes on

get this through your head

'fore i flip over

your yukon

streetsweeper

cock back

run up

where ya block at

gettin' money

stop that

where the fuck ya'll rocks at

bandana on my face

thirty nine on my waist

shoot you if you try to run

nigga you ain't gettin' chased

you was poppin' hella shit

all that shit irrelevant

sittin' on cake

and you waiting on the settlement

i'm a grown man

never run

never ran

and i don't play with kids

this ain't never never land

brooklyn

fuck that

crackers

where my nuts at?

you get bucked at

crew you 'fore i dutch hat

i smoke 'cocoa brova'

stay with a 'smif-n-wessun'

skip j in the garden

and hit slay session

bad seed from the top of the hill

it's still real though

tarantino flow

keep it low

i kill bill