Watch Out

Yeah

Straight out the heroin-infested streets of the Bronx

Home of corrupt cops

Where **** get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if they don't fake jax

Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest motherfuckers in this whole rap game

Aye yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know

You look, I look, you invite it, I took

I forever wearin' it, you know stone cold crook

What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who's spy?

It's life and death, choose live or die

Ultimatums, who made 'em, why do we even exist?

When we die, is there heaven or is it total blackness?

For any touch, there's a feeling

Touch and y'all felt

We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt

There's mad tension in the air (Mad tension in the air)

Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack

Eject the Tech from the glove compartment

Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson

It's dangerous business

Opposites, these strangers be bendin' opposites

So put your face in mine, best brace your spine

'Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine

My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind

When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries

When my fists connect, they causin' major injuries

What you know, Junior? You not evil

Uh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines

Aye yo Punisher, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'

My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid

I'll blast a pig and slit his throat just for Toom and L

My skills are human, I choke and puff and boom in Hell

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away

Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away

Me and my brothers play hardball

Strictly hardcore, lyrics till I'm finished breakin' God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' high then buddha'd

So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid

The spot, I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids

I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls

Just load the Glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers

Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt

To finish up, punchin' body blows and uppercuts

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines

Aye yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed bandit

Well I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm your parents

Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order

Got kicked out my church 'cause I got caught fuckin' my preacher's daughter

Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.

You best run son, I'm sendin' emcees up shit's creek

So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York streets

Like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks

Yo, I'm that **** that'll kidnap your kids

Take 'em home, fuck 'em good, then send 'em back to you in bandages

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street, and still keep

The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, whole East coast

So watch your back black, Bronx **** don't play

If you ever fake jax, I'll slit your throat like O.J.

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin' crew

Straight out the South Bronx

The livest motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx

Keepin' it realer, my motherfuckin' **** Keith Nut

Armageddon the Reddin'

My **** Big Dog Punisher

Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp

All you motherfuckers know the time, yeah

Watch your motherfuckin' back

Blow out the back of your domepiece

D.I.T.C. forever, motherfuckers

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