We gon send this out for every street DJ
  This is somethin for the mix shows
  Mix shows
  
  You don't wanna go outside
  Because the thugs are outside
  They bustin slugs outside
  So you don't wanna go outside
  Let's go
  Uh, I'm outside lookin in
  I could feel it through the wind
  From the streets' shore
  I could see the shark's fin
  They ain't eat nuttin in a week
  And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete
  So run your juice
  Pit bulls drew
  They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof
  Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation
  You just a rat handin out information
  You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
  Clef ain't take your paper
  Clef is just a narrator
  Think I'm a singer
  I'ma have you call a operator
  911 now you breavin through a respiratior
  All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
  You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
  So think before you speak or blood is go leak
  You shouldn't have no problems understandin
  I ain't speakin Greek
  I need a hundred grand
  And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar
  Take over your strip like it's Candahar
  You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars
  That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard
  I got gooms that stand on guard
  Post up waitin wit the toaster
  Hit you from close up
  Bare face
  No black mask
  No silencers
  On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
  Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators
  I got power like generators
  Slugs wit names on it
  The message I send to haters
  In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
  Me and my men for paper
  We don't fear the morgue
  Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve
  You can't stop the shine
  Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime
  For real
  The flows is death defyin
  Act real and ya neck be flyin
  Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan
  Test the iron
  And I show you a wall, cat
  That's filled wit bodies
  See where your balls at, if you all dat
  And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies
  And yours could be the next
  Number 19, erased out the projects
  I progress everyday I'm livin this life
  I won't stop till I'm buried, dog
  I'm livin it right
  Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance
  I keep it ass hard
  Cause this sh- in my pants
  And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics
  You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit
  Don't try to compare it
  Just listen and love to hear it
  And if it's fire you know not to come near it
  I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil
  Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you
  Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot
  Execute you on the spot no warnin shot
  Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block
  First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock
  I got no competition
  Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror
  Keep wishin
  Keep fishin
  Get a hundred and fifty stitches
  Your last rights
  Last meal
  Last wishes
  This is summin for the mix shows
  They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable
  Toast bottles in blue
  The hydropronic goose
  I spit ten words blow you to molecules
  I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles
  It's the jewel
  Whatever I could see I could be
  I saw hip-hop became a MC
  Then I saw the streets became a OG
  Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D.
  We get them packs off often
  I'm on da block where it's scorchin
  The life that I live'll make you nauseous
  Most of our n-ggs see a coffin
  Most of our -ish see abortions
  Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma
  This is summin for the mix shows
  Where you and your mama, grandmama
  and great-grandmama live out the same drama
  Where you and your father, father's fathers
  great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow
  I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime
  The city look -ish they changed the skyline
  And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind
  In the van with my grind
  And thirst to gimme time
  I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine
  My design's undefined
  I'm clearly one of a kind
  It's best you realize only the fittest survive
  For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside
  You don't wanna come outside
  Masquerade
  Its Blaques outside
  Fam and Prolific, we all outside
  So you don't wanna come outside
  Refugee
  Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ
  that ain't getting no real radio airplay
  You know I mean
  That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin
  That got da streets on lock
  This generation!