Vendetta

[Intro: AZ]
Yeah, it's overdue right here
Y'all know what it is..

[Verse 1: AZ]
The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
No applications for snitches, niggas, but you can join
Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
Superiority, I can stop time
And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
Get some M's, then gettin' to win
And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
A few friends, few next to kin
Yes it's true, I flew through in that fluorescent Benz
Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
Niggas gon' respect my pen
Survived in two droughts, two separate games
So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
My homey's homey did ten an change
So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
Reachin' the next chapter of life after I mastered
Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards

[Verse 2: Fresh]
Uh, yea, yeah
I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
The European stitch strong in the guts
My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
Uh, Fresh sick with dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
Light pink heavy wit strong off the cuts
Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
Fives and sixes, the kid keep kickin' shit
Pies of the bricks, the kid keep flippin' shit
I insist the stag' and seen different shit
Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
In Duffle bags by Guc'
The white double-stitch on the whore that's Emilio Puc'
Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
So listen up, young niggas cuz I'm speakin' perfuse
Uh, yea

[Outro: Ralo]
The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
Niggas scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...
Listen to this man
I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
There ain't seldom is niggas born wit all the five senses
The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
You had to have be born with automatic understanding of the game from birth
Then you gotta be unadulterated orator
You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
Then you gotta be a law of inertia
Mean that once you get in motion, and you get focused
You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
Some niggas got it on minor, some niggas got it on major
Some niggas got it on the master, master is the last level
Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
The script... the script... the script...
Yo real niggas you can't break
And real nigga you can't make 'em man
We've been big niggas all of our life man
Answered to nobody man, and wake up
And go wherever the day take us man