You Aint a Killer

The harsh realities of life are takin toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control — Im makin dough but not enough to blow
JOs they lust my flows but ey yo I dont trust a soul
Thats all I know or need to these evil streetsll meet you
Halfway and eat you alive tryin to survive illegal
Ill leave you lost mount you on a cross whip you like a horse
Sacrifice your life to a higher force then I stomp your corpse
Its the Bronx of course recognize the accent
One of the last livin still in action general assassins
Catchin any wreck blastin any tech smashin any chest
Passin any test — Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker
Sow what you reap or wake up shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
Ill take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satans fiery lake then I lock the gate
Make no mistake this **** as real as Job we follow the killers code
When we come for you tell me where will you go
Nowhere to run hide Ill find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me Ill still be in your ****** dreams
You aint a killer you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real ****** carry chalk
Mark you for death wont even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak it aint where youre from its where's your gat
Youve made a grave mistake
Shouldnt of come here you changed your fate
Your brainsll 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 [] stress (TS) blessed him with no regrets (Yes)
Welcome to Hell son — the threshold of death
Face the serpent: I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Leavin Jakes no trace to work from — close the case like curtains
Im hurtin head severely really tryin to bring the pain
Theres nothin more satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
Its not a game its Purple Rain floods and bloodstains
Big Puns my thugs name bustin my guns thats my love thang
Ill slit your jug vein and snatch your Adams Apple
John Madden-tackle your corpse to hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle
Thatll have to hurt Ill work your body til it burst
Then curse tu vida like a Brujeria verse
Im worse than anything you ever been through sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the sole threat against you
When you awaken your manhoodll be taken
Fakin like you Satan when Im the rhymin abomination
You aint a killer you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real ****** carry chalk
Mark you for death wont even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak it aint where youre from its wheres your gat
You aint a killer you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real ****** carry chalk
Mark you for death wont even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak it aint where youre from its wheres your gat
Its hard to analyze which guys are spies— be advised people
We recognize who lies— its all in the eyes chico
We read em and see em for what they are
Ds in undercover cars takin my picture like Im a ****** star
Im up to par my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gats first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a ***** for a penny probably
Im obligated to anything if its crime related
If it shine Ill take it still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that Im the last edition properly a stash magician
Couldve went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game now Im strictly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt youll ever dream
My teams the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heavens kings down to the devils mezzanine
Ive never screamed so loud— Im proud to be alive
Most heads die by 25 or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised: the streets full of surprises
Its not what crews the livest
One that survive its whos the wisest
You aint a killer you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real ****** carry chalk
Mark you for death wont even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak it aint where youre from its wheres your gat
You aint a killer you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real ** **** carry chalk
Mark you for death wont even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak it aint where youre from its wheres your gat