Nighttime Vultures (feat. Lex Diamonds a.k.a. Raekwon)

Yo, I rose early mornin', spread my wings yawnin'

Vague memory of last night, now it's all dawnin'

Look down and see dry blood all on my garment

It stained all my Guess formers, kevlar'd enormous

I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head

Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head

I can recall an eight-man brawl, three men fall

Bullets flew, I had to drag my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail

Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill

An eye for an eye, you know my science of life

Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type?

I kick that '98 shit for your ears to list

**** P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids

(Fuck you kids be doin', yo?)

Kickin' rhymes, that's true lies

Let me break 'em down to size, minimize they air time

After this, you never will go back to that which

Sit back and write half ass shit

The last official takin' out the artificial

Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal

Mobb, remember the name, it's been along

That ****'s shook to death from the first fuckin' song

Fluidly, my mind flooded with jewels infinite

The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit

Bear witness to this diligent street cat

I carry myself hold myself down in fact

This one dedicated to my **** on run

Holdin' big gats, go for your gun

Prepare to crush them, we trust none

Man who ain't down with the clan

The Mobb dynasty, apparantly you thought I was some other type

**** you could fuck with you shit outta luck

Boss, I break your compass, throw you way off course

We buildin' from ground up, startin' from ground zero

Mafia on da, see the name upon the mural

Durable physically fit raps articulate

You get your whole skeleton cracked something ridiculous

Still fascinated by my ste

Little P wanna be me, huh, you no D

One time, son, you know we be the illest in this

Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back

The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom

Easily overthrowin' ****, rollin' over ****

Yo, crushed krills, dollar bills, swish suit on

Screw on, dry-cell **** with his loot on

Watch this, thunn Glockless, fiends scopin' out my rock shit

Diamond on some H&R Block shit

Hear me, kids leary and his sneakers are shot

Word to me thunn, the uniform do mean a lot

I approach lit up, cousin, sit up, matter of fact, get up

What, fronts on the bottom, face lit up

Yeah, where you from? I'm from here

You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin' thirty years

Analyzin' this wise guy, a look-alike first prize guy

Lit up the Thai stick, right

Emotionally playin' him close like I'm supposed to be

Something spoke to me, it was this little **** pokin' me

I heard sirens now turn around, about to hit 'em

Son was pro nine with the emblem

Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie

Foul, I'm loose now, shot went off, knocked the juice down

It ricocheted and hit a GS, now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin' near a ZX

Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out your mental

Jet in a boat with rims dimensional

One time, son, you know we be the illest in this

Push the shit back, NYC gat, plottin' to move back

The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom

Easily overthrowin' ****, rollin' over ****

We be the illest in this

Push the shit back, NYC gat, plottin' to move back

The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom

Easily rollin' over ****, overthrowin' ****

'Cause live **** rap this shit

From Riker's houses to the street's pavement

Word life, kid, I have you hoppin' the fence

Dodgin' for life, runnin' the sprint, the Infamous

Live **** rap this shit

Fake cats get offended, intimidated

Puttin' up they defense

I have you hoppin' the fence

Dogin' for life, runnin' the sprint, the infamous