| It's another interlude motherfucker | |
| You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB | |
| You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it | |
| Motherfucker stab you in your throat with a icepick | |
| Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun | |
| Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard? | |
| My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga | |
| I salute you nigga, for never bein a bitch | |
| For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*} | |
| Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game | |
| Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back | |
| Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin back | |
| Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back | |
| Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man | |
| Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man | |
| Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets | |
| I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 | |
| Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it | |
| [AZ] | |
| I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's | |
| We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra | |
| Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher | |
| Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire | |
| All-nighters, upscale attire | |
| In car get new cars you and your mans admire | |
| Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire | |
| I am that what the rap contracts require | |
| Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers | |
| I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us | |
| Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless | |
| Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress | |
| Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis | |
| Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous | |
| AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits | |
| His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so | |
| Just ask it open the closed casket | |
| Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit | |
| Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket | |
| Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush | |
| Bravehearted, fuck if they say squash it | |
| We remain the largest, we invade regardless | |
| Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford | |
| It's hard to explain my artwork | |
| One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders | |
| I know dudes who eat your food with a razor | |
| It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior | |
| Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later | |
| My respect is for the DL cartel connects | |
| And the crews that came through and left arise well effect | |
| Finesse, big boys only play with the best | |
| It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects | |
| I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect | |
| Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed | |
| Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress | |
| I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death | |
| So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest | |
| Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh | |
| You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal | |
| Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel | |
| And I'ma drive 'til the gas run out | |
| Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out | |
| We them real niggaz |
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