't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle
Written in the red mist The sign of the one Who rides death's cold wind And walk disguised among All you vagrant souls Of profane disbeliefs False prophets
And I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go To show they can flow like a real pro So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe I'm changing
And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from Thee
the benches I'm street struck, that's why your man Rob got buck Keep ya guards up, and God bless that nigga that's tough I hate to open up ya face,
gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins I got half a mill stashed in the boat station For womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate
the extra clips and bullet proofs Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs Scatterin', niggaz chatterin' About where they been Where they from, why they hate
'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? I supply fire that'll forge the steel Can't ignore
' in them automobiles Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins I got half a mill stashed in the boat station For womanizers and 'em hand full of hoes that hate
nations across the seas and sands Where wizards cast their deadly spells while prophets tell one's fate And evil monsters terrorize full of anger and hate
Gotta use that gift gotta use it right and be the one you want Thousand rules... On the wings of steel... On the wings of steel... On the wings of steel
me D-Block Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage Niggas always talk breezy till the steel
pull a fistful Of extinction, reachin, quick on the trigger sneakin And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin The props 'cause
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta, I hit 'em up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary steel This ain't
Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal Objects, Now the object is to kill. How can you value life when you're so close to death? Stainless steel,
tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins I got half a mill stashed in the boat station For womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate
relieved from purgatory The brimstone smell fills my lung and the sea gave up the dead The mocking wrath of the prophets vomiting steel to crush nations
flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin' a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough