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[Verse 1]The harsh realities of life is takin tollsEven Jesus Christ forsake my soulPlease tell me what price to pay to make it homeTake control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blowJ.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soulThat's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet youhalfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegalI leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horseSacrife your life to a higher forceThen I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?One of the last livin still in action, general assassinCatchin any wreck, blastin any techSmashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the fleshAny last requests before you meet your maker?Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita BakerI'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hateIncarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gateMake no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's codeWhen we come for you, tell me where will you go?Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screamsAnd even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams[Hook]You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walkFrom New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalkMark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crapFrom Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat[Verse 2]You made a grave mistakeShouldn't of come here, you changed your fateYour brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakesThe pain is great but only for a secondIt starts strong then lessensJust when you restin the Armaggedon sets inLeft him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of deathNow face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certainEven Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtainsI'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the painThere's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my nameIt's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstainsBig Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thangI split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's AppleJohn Madden tackle your corpsethen hoist it on the cross at the tabernacleThat'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burstThen curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verseI'm worse than anything you ever been throughSick in the head and mentalEssentially meant to be the soul frentic mentalWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be takenFakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination[Hook] - 2X[Verse 3]It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised peopleWe recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chicoWe read 'em and see 'em for what they areTheives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin starI'm up to par, my game is in a smashWith half a million in the stashPassport with the gas, first name and lastAsk anybody if my men are rowdyGive me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probablyI'm obligated to anything if it's crime relatedIf it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made itI hate the fact that I'm the last editionProbably a stash magicianCould of went to college and been a mathematicianBad decisions kept me out the gameNow I'm strickly out for creamDoin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dreamMy team's the meanest thing you ever seenMeasured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanineI never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be aliveMost heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5So be advised, the streets is full of surprisesIt's not what crew's the livestOne that survive is who's the wisest[Hook] - 2Xmore