Bloodsport

Turn them headphones up, yeah

To my man ****-No, yo, Killa Bee

Yeah

I kick that progress and to that dumb ****, God bless

I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit

Now you rock a vest, scared to death while you walkin'

Fuck the talkin', we straight up, New Yorkin'

We blowin' ****, heart attack strokin' ****

Provoking ****, shittin' all over ****

You rollin' thick, but yo, the Mobb rollin' thicker

Get that liquor, turn your back, icepick ya

But fuck that, stickin' with the gat is quicker

Scared to come around my corner, you ass, ****

Do it your way all day, fake shit

What you gonna do outta town, play bitch?

And run like a faggot, switch, take the whole shit

And show the world, don't sweat it, babygirl

I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem

You all fucked up like an offbeat blend

I send messages that you couldn't read clear

Try to play the front but got stuck in the rear

Take it as a letter but I'm not sincere

Yo, this ain't rap, it's bloodsport

Your life cut short, you fell short

The pressure's on high, full-court

My team form killer, instincts and firearms

Dangerous thug minds and brainstorm wars

The life of a wild rebel who run wild, click, blaow (Blaow)

Click (Blaow-blaow) **** lay down, queer stay down

P'll disappear in hydro cloud

While you runnin' at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out

Mobb style from the depths of Hempstead, get ninja'd

I creep quiet, keep the live **** inchin', listen

Who are you to throw your fist in?

Hit like a bitch, run like a faggot and take the whole shit

That's it, I had to pass here with the shit

It's time for show time, let's see how deep things get

You wanna talk tough and act all delinquent

You find yourself all bloodied up and shamed-ed

Me and my man pioneered this violent **** rap shit

Bust a gat, kid, me no fear that, I'm laughin'

What's up then? Let's take it there and touch somethin'

I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic for that

Capable of combat, P counterattack

In some hot wheels sendin' shots out from the back

It was a foul way to go, Kicko, you know the ropes so

Bloodsport, motherfucker

Ayo, the rottweiler, chewin' chihuahua ass ****

Pull 'em by the collar and let the lights dim it

And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice

Fatality too, this rap shit is the bitch you shouldn't married into

To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable

It's all good, read 'em on the humble

And while you shinin' in the spotlight

I got this dot right to aim right and stop life

The trife life, ain't no part twos

When it's over, it's over, you hit

Now send your soldierlys through

Yo, the rottweiler, chewin' chihuahua ass ****

Pull 'em by the collar and let the lights dim it

And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice

Fatality too, this rap shit is the bitch you shouldn't married into

To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable

It's all good, read 'em on the humble

And while you shinin' in the spotlight

I got this dot right to aim right and stop life

The trife life, ain't no part twos

When it's over, it's over, you hit

Now send your soldierlys through

****, bloodsport