The Blast

What's your life mean to you?
Do you value it?
I'll tell you what I'll do
If you keep pulling sh*t
You'll get your face split
I'm sick of it
Back up, i'm king of this hill
Shut the f*ck up
9's will fire at will

I don't play, I don't front
Run your mouth like that
I'll f*ck your b*tch-@$$ up
What are you bringing the plate?
You better hope help isn't late
They better pull me off you
Who knows what I'll do
Short straw, the one you just drew

At first it was all good
You were down with me
I'm finally doing you like I should
I showed you too much sympathy
Well, f*ck that, 'cause that's no more
You crossed me, punk, check your sh*t at the door

You know I was born with this curse
Spit in my face, leave in a hearse
This'll be the mistake that's last
Reach in my coat, then came The Blast