[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take controlI m makin doughbut not enough to blow
J.O. sthey lust my flowsbut aiyyoI don t trust a soul
That s all I know or need tothese evil streets ll meet you
halfway and eat youI laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lostbounce you on the crossrip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it s the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in actiongeneral assassin
Catchin any wreckblastin any tech
Smashin any chestpassin any testCharles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake upshakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I ll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan s fiery lakethen I lock the gate
Make no mistake"The Shit is Real" as Joewe follow the killer s code
When we come for youtell me where will you go?
Nowhere to runhideI ll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I ll still be in your fuckin dreams

[Hook]
You ain t a killeryou still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for deathwon t even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrakit ain t where you re from it s where s your gat

[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn t of come hereyou changed your fate
Your brains ll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell sonthe threshold of death
Now face the serpentI blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don t trace the work so close the case to curtains
I m hurtinhead severely really tryin to bring the pain
There s nuttin mo satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It s not a gameit s Purple Rainfloods and bloodstains
Big Pun s my thug s namebustin my gunsthat s my love thang
I split the jug vein and snatch your Adam s Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That ll have to hurtI ll work your body til it burst
Then curse tu vidalike a Brujeria verse
I m worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awakenyour manhood ll be taken
Fakin like you Satanwhen I m the rhymin abomination

[Hook] - 2X

[Verse 3]
It s hard to analyze which guys is spiesbe advised people
We recognize who liesit s all in the eyes chico
We read em and see em for what they are
Theives in undercover carstakin my picture like I m a fuckin star
I m up to parmy game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gasfirst name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I m obligated to anything if it s crime related
If it shine I ll take itstill in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I m the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I m strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you ll ever dream
My team s the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven s Kingdown to the devil s mezzanine
I never screamed so loudI m proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-fiveor catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advisedthe streets is full of surprises
It s not what crew s the livest
One that survive is who s the wisest

[Hook] - 2X

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