Don’t Have Thick Skin

[Intro: Grenade]
Boy, ya better put a lid on it!

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none

[Verse 1: Frankie]
We’re just some rappers, we’re in our prime
Just some misfits livin’ our lives of crime
Sellin’ weed, startin’ fights, Zodiak to be exact
Fuck up these bitches, we won’t look back
Undead, Matt, F, Z, L, 5 blows to the face
You’re on the ground, we’re gone with no trace
Causin’ some assaults, or we’ll cheat to steal
It’s not a lie, rappin’ about this, it’s for real
Better pay the dues or your gonna lose
Cause we’ll find you, we’re the most ruthless crew!

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none

[Verse 2: Zodiak]
Put down the gun, we’re some dumbass kids
You’ll see us when you close your eyelids
RIght now you stand tall, like a hero
But just one shot, your ass is down to zero
Boom, pop, wow, Zodiak no doubt
Rush on in, flush these pussies out
Better drop down, bodies drop to the ground
We’ll just shoot, maybe shank, word gets around
Bets are in, got a gun and a knife
Better not snitch, might be the end of your life

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none

[Verse 3: Live Grenade]
It’s not a matter, no matter of time
Not a matter of ours, not a matter of mine
You don’t say shit, you’ll be just fine
But run your mouth, you should watch out behind
Cause here comes U N to the D E A D
Mag is full, cocked, now it’s empty
You walk the walk, ya walked too far
You see us motherfucker, ya know who we are
Cause I’m G R E to the N A D E
You not dead yet cause they haven’t sent me!

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none

[Bridge: Matt and (Undead)]
L O W to the L I F E
(Fists are up, but your legs seem pretty shaky)
L O W to the L I F E
(Just sit on down, you don’t wanna take me)

[Verse 4: Undead]
Let’s do this in private, I don’t need a case
I see you’re scared cause it’s me ya gotta face
After this, trust me, you’ll never speak outta place
Cause I’mma do, I’mma do whatever it takes
You can’t run, I’m gonna fuckin’ clap ya
I’ll never hit a bitch, but I’m gonna have to smack ya
Ain’t a fuckin’ fight, bitch, I’m knocking you out
My name ain’t Dick, keep that shit outta your mouth!

[Outro: Matt and (Undead)]
L O W to the L I F E
(Don’t front, we’re fightin’ bitches on the daily)
L O W to the L I F E