My Downfall (feat. DMC)

Yo

Hello?

Faith?

Motherfucker

Yo

Kill you, motherfucker

Hello?

Kill you, motherfucker

Word

I'm gonna get you, motherfucker

You better watch your motherfuckin' back

That's my word, ****

Get the fuck outta here

Better watch your motherfuckin' back

Watch my back? Word

I'm all over the place

You soft dude, you soft

You and your ****, y'all ain't shit

Watch your motherfuckin' back

Eat a dick

Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers

If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker

See, when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down

Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you

I dream filthy

My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey

Huh, what a setup

Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off

'Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off

Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn

Army fatigues bring fatigue to enemies, look, man

You wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crouched up over the casket, screaming, "Bastard"

Crying, know my friends is lying

Y'all know who killed him, filled him

With the lugers from they Rugers

Or they Desert

Dying ain't the shit but it's pleasant

Kinda quiet, watch my **** bring the riot

Giving cats the opposite of diets

You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me

Shit, I need the company

Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter

If it was up to me, you would be with me

Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest

Silencers so you can't hear it

Competition still fear it, shit, don't ask me

I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

That's not all, MC's have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again

Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreaming

Fuck around get wet like semen

Your whole team and

Be more gone than Freeman

I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces

Fuck the screw-faces, 'cause when I flip

I make the papers

Dangerous, we Goodfellas

**** can't bang with us, try to do me

My crew be unruly (What)

Some old-school cats that call gats "toolies"

Call blacks "moolies", think it's cool to smoke woolies

And fuck without rubbers (What)

Specialize in killing wives and grandmothers

Who ya trustin'

Shit, when Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'

Killing ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley

Me and Sean Combs taking broads home

On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks

'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit

They pray

That's not all, MC's have the gall

They pray

To pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

That's not all, MC's have the gall

They pray

To pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

They pray

Pray and pray for my downfall

We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds

**** want my team to stop shining

Pray my fame start declining

Whining like girlies

We been around the world twice

All we got is mo' ice

And mo' nice, sacrifice your heart

Lexus with the automatic start (What)

Fifty shots'll tear your club apart

Eating shrimp à la carte

With some bitches from Brussels

Eating clams and mussels

Uh, octopus, pretty face, no waist

I just want the bush, so I can mack it

Give her a package to push, 'cause I work them hoes

Pendejos, I show you how to play them hoes

Can you just visualize it?

Before I go to sleep, I check the beds and the closet

So I can sleep safe

Not too many keep a mil' in the briefcase

Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait

That's not all, MC's have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity

What y'all **** need to get through your motherfucking heads

Is that, y'all fucking with some **** that's on a

Higher motherfucking level

We don't give a fuck

About what you think about us

How you feel about us

What you got to say about us

We gon' keep doing our motherfuckin' thing

From now till the year three-thousand, bitches

You can't breathe, you can't sleep

You can't eat without thinking about us

And without thinking about us on your mind

We gon' haunt your asses, motherfuckers

That's not all, MC's have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall