1996

[Hook]
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 1: Zakee]
Nigga, hold your tech, you ain't touching me
All the honeys know I'm buzzing like a fucking bee
That's why your old hoes left, came to hang with me
I swear I'm So So Def like Jermaine Dupri,
Can't you see my Vibe can even make the Def Jam?
How High I gotta get for my eyes to get Red-man?
Fans be like "hey hey hey, you're the realest nigga."
I should join the KKK, cause I be killing niggas
Trying to diss infamous? that won't go well
We're a Deadly Combination you're going to take a Big L
And well, Havoc I wreak, you act like possum in street
Prophet the prodigy cause you know we be mobbin' deep
And I be obviously, hotter then hell you see
And plus I must be the shit because all you can smell is me
And if I'm with your bitch I'm commiting a felony
I pistol whip her with dick and then fuck her until she bleed
Snuff her 'til she's deceased and then stuff her under my sheets
Start fucking her to the beat but it's just a figure of speech

[Hook]
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 2: Keanu Jones]
Feel like it's 91, mid 2Pacalypse,
Popping shit but I'm prodigious
Hopping fences and dodging them
Searching with em, I rob and sin
Probably spent my last on this bad bitch
She say I can fuck bad if I'm paying over average
Mad shit through my mental probably going insane
So I light this reefer in vein, contemplating killing the game
Premeditated, never faded, my heart pour on this notepad
No dad, oh bad, so sad, I see me getting mo' cash
Show that's, a palm reading and a palm itching
I love her dearly, but can't do shit without mom bitching
Time ticking, my rhymes written, and I know it sales
You see us raised round these narcs, these sharks
Man you know we well, show and tell
Nigga only trust two soles, and that's these vans ho
Grew up without a daddy, I been a fucking man so..
Wipe your mouth, and stop jocking all of my shit
Your momma and them on, no room for you so hop up off this dick

[Hook]
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks
Scared to death, they scared to look
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 3: CJay]
Prophecy
You don't know what it takes to make this, on a regular basis
Face it, I'm the one left in the matrix,
Destined for greatness
Rappers were cocky, but that's before we met 'em
"Who want war?" We yellin'
My category fell in story tellin'
Prophecy. Fuck the one that watches me
Like I watch it, I skyrocket right out the eye socket
Who showed me a real nigga? My mirror did
A lyricist who's shitting on top of a pyramid
It's a privelige to be in the position you in
Who's the best rapper alive? Well I don't listen to him
There ain't no message in his music, like liquor is bad for the liver bitch slept the night and caught hepatitis
Be proud of us, these rappers mislead. They ain't guiding us
They sell their soul for a paper that say "In God We Trust"
He's the only one that blesses me, praise him til the death of me
They wanna see my name on stone that reads rest in peace
Couldn't predict I'm the future, Miss Cleo hate me but even Miss Cleo rate me, the fucking G-O-A-T
Zake, I don't like hip hop of today. This shit is fake
Tryna get this shit real again, can you relate?
Uh, hip hop is not dead but I'm about to kill it. So I can resurrect the real one who gives a fuck how you feel son
Two faced bitches, no need for cosmetics. My mind set as I'm prophetic cause God said it