A lot of niggaz talkin reckless But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now A lot of reckless talk out there I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact My whole Family in tact My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!)
[Teflon] Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper? Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up? You in deep but, it's too late to back out And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard If only he can go backwards, to the days And change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face Stole packages, from nigga's place of business When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home From state prison niggaz came and hit him
[Chorus] (Suicide, it's a suicide) When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause (Suicide, it's a suicide) Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid (Suicide) Right or left, choose a side Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen) What's your next step? I'll let you decide (Suicide... Marxmen)
[Teflon] Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song And if the price was right she might come with him home She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it She came home and gave homes the virus She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice Now he ready to snuff out her life Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right
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[Teflon] They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing That's what they think, all along they all was wrong It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin Every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in Now what they wanna know is who put the call in Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans
Ask ya self Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?
Ask ya self if you ready for drama With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama You fucking with the best (First, ask ya self if you ready for Krumb Snatch) Then ask you self if you ready for Tef
And if you ready for death, pull all the steps out I'ma make the glocks sound (Nigga we got it locked out) (Y'all niggas is popped out) We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti (All city) (And this here, what we call gritty)
I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig out To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out
By accident, we do some shit on the mic That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a hole In the speaker then pull the plug, we walking out
Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? The hardcore
Now ask ya self, do you can keep run faster Than this bullet can chamber? (Son, you in danger) We hit off heavy metal to settle to be frequently And that's all me (Nigga)
Thinking you can talk sideways from the sound woofer No prove of action (My whole team laughing) And ask ya self, do you think we got the time For you tucking-truck rhymes? (Bitch, hell no)
We put wigs on fire like Michael mean Pepsi (Cats blowing like a lesbie) Testing me and Tef is like me and you laugh And we'll announce a breath from holy you nnothing That's def
Listen, nigga, we don't doubt you Simply we don't give a fuck about you Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin without you You fucking with real niggaz, feel niggaz Walking through the house and kill niggaz (Hardcore) Bitch, nigga
Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?
Na, na, na, fuck that Don't hold me back Tef Na, na, lemme go, lemme go Fuck these niggaz Naw, they don't know, hold up dog Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up
Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went about it wrong Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a song I'm a let niggaz know, they got it confused You got gats and bats we get those too
Semi's and macks cocked and aimed at you Bloodthirsty, star what the worst be No mercy, we god and bang hard with any squad or mobb Coming forty niggaz like a jail yard
Blood on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the mouth You niggaz want a concrete rebel Pulling out busting like war in the jungle
Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the tunnel Most humble, we send shots when we come through Get praised but still blaze in the battle The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle
I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons
Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money rhyming Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat Label most dangerous, police lay and watch me
Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting We come through thumping, pulling out dumping Tangle with your best entourage
We coming in yards to face off with any yards Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun Whistling throughout the air, just to mock one Blood for your socks son
Is you ready for the hardcore The hardcore And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions I got strict orders to clap you
