“Who Shot Ya?”

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It’s on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet

“Kick In The Door”

“Kick in the door, waving the four-four, all you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more!”

“Brooklyn’s Finest

“Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain’t paid them yet
Tryin to push 700’s, they ain’t made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
n***as ’round the way call me Igloo – Stick who?”

“Warning”

Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who’s this pagin me and why..
It’s my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot

“Dead Wrong”

Tears don’t affect me, I hit ’em with the TEC
G’s disrespect me, my potency is deadly