[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Now look, any time, any place

Hit you up in any space, dump your body in the city waste

You could get a taste, walk a slow pace (Come on)

Very hard to trace, yet never hide my face (Yeah)

I swerve behind the wheel, weaponry concealed

Too many bitches, too much time to kill

All of this we know too well, 'cause blow we sall

Like grown ups in grade school, live show and tell (Come on)

Wanna face off? Nah, I'd rather take you off [?]

[?] recognize this is more than talk

Sincere I speak, that's why y'all fear when this words are bleak

Terrar, lead you on a one way (Bitch)

Straight to hell on a Sunday (Bitch)

While I'm just living the wrong way, TWA jet

Soarin' in Ralph Lauren off up into the sunset

[Hook: Pusha T]

Y'all niggas don't move with caution (huh)

Running round here [?] (fucker)

Like your name was Richard Dawson

If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene

[?] flee my stateline often (yeah)

[?] bring your ass to the coffin

Hope your dreams ain't to do [?] (Clipse, baby)

And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene (come on)

[Verse 2: D. Gritty]

[?] find myself stranded in the dark with a [?]

I ain't mad 'cause you wanna get involved with a team

Keeping infrared think he dodgin' the beam (what?)

Sendin' half of your body from Harlem to Queens (come on)

Smoke six jars of green, [?]

You [?] sleep, I'ma take charge of the dream (yeah)

Just to type of cat to murder your relatives, tell the kids: (yeah)

"Life's a bitch, you better off dead" - but I'ma let them live (come on)

Pack two objects, gun and a clip

[?] claim he runnin' this shit

I said: "Get low, your bitch know I'm coming to pimp"

Shot him in his leg, now a nigga run with a limb

And I don't even to gotta get high to scare these dudes (yeah)

Got a house full of guns that they barely use (motherfucker)

I'm talking shit to get y'all cats severely bruised

[?] stuck with your face in the daily news

[Verse 3: Bugzy]

[?] waitin' to see if I'm going to get the wifey

A nigga stay icy, walk these streets lightly (come on)

Ask you politely, kid don't like me

You fucking with who? Get you knocked off lightly

[?]

How would you feel with your face under nikes? (come on)

Talk with a silencer [?]

Just murdered 365 people [?] calendar

Take one of your kids that flee away to Canada

[?]

[?] if you are immature

Quick to pull the trigger on a nigga that's a gambler

Nigga, we too hot, no resort in Miami

[?]

Got no awards but I got street Grammys

Coke out the trunk that we selling like candy, nigga

[?]

Chek our debut, it's the mean in the family

[Hook: Malice]

Y'all niggas don't move with caution

Running round here [?]

Like your name was Richard Dawson

If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene

[?] flee my stateline often

[?] bring your ass to the coffin

Hope your dreams ain't to do [?]

And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene

[Verse 4: Malice]

I blast so that it echo, let your ears ring

To the sound of 6 hollows and a wind piercing

We throw [?] like [?], niggas got no love

And I don't mind my face [?] with your blood

One in both lungs, each projected from both guns

[?] and your casket's a closed one

Watch you fall back, hope you rest with a [?]

When your life flash before your eyes, know I caused that

When I hold on both sides, is known to shatter lives

We indians in these streets, screaming battle cries

[?] and let em know, [?] you let em blow

Fall so deep that it'll set your soul free

[?] watch em go down, [?] em again

[?] his vision is blackening

Allow me to help you meet your demise for ya

Hit you quicker when you die, shut your eyes for ya (Bitch)

[Hook: Pusha T]

Y'all niggas don't move with caution

Running round here [?]

Like your name was Richard Dawson

If our families feud, you gon' die in a raw scene

[?] flee my stateline often

[?] bring your ass to the coffin

Hope your dreams ain't to do [?]

And if you think you supreme, you gon' die in a raw scene