[Black Rob]

Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people

Verbally it's a massacre

I'm sharper than the shanks up in Attica

Choke a lame MC till he suffocate

Lifeless but step into the shit that's priceless

I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course

I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifles, triflin

Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized

It's premeditated so brothers recognize

No escapin the hellacaust, pay your toll, come across

And watch me test my burner on a horse

Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to suckacidal

It all boils down to my recital

No time to waste, fill the bass I got ya head in a suitcase

Smilin while I'm lookin at ya dead face

The cause of death still remains a mystery, it's a pity

They caught me cause the source had a flick of me

Now the autops' the same, no external, no blood stains

Sharp objects to pierce the brain

I got enough dope for your veins and restrain

Handcuffs and chains, nothing but pain


[Chorus Yogi]

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize

You bett-er, Wreck-gon-nize

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize, nigga


[Yogi]

Carlos, the base head, is lurkin (lurkin)

Askin for change nigga constantly irkin

Ms. Elizabeth callin out the win-dow to her husband Joe

Nigga died a year ago

And every day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky

Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure?

Sippin on the booze as the Cru's smoke the blunts

The whole blunt, nothin but the blunt

But the oldheads in the project hit the heron

Dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p-long

Don't know how to act, Sister Eve go to church

But she still smoke the cracks, praisin the Lord, doin bad

Spanish kids across the bridge poppin all the mess tabs

Go to the bar drop the llello

Sniffin with the lows, all red lookin fail

And the ledge round the way, Yogi still smokes dust

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice-Be, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice)

I guess that lesson wasn't delivered

When Chip and Eli took that long walk in the river

Fuck a 95, we got the 9 2-5's, 3 8-10, 2 4-4's

Make a nigga hesitate

That's if you don't know the date


[Chrous]


[Chadio]

In actuality violence is my reality

Some tend to talk me but to them it's just a fallacy

True lies, you kick your stories on the street

Now it's true, listened twisted up and say it was you

But me, I'm representin while my peeps puff herb, superb

Dropin bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word

It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper

While layin on my chest wish-in I had worn a vest

Now don't ask why just Wreckgonize my demise

Runnin from 4-5's spark the drive-by's

Long hot days in July, the blood dries

And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies

The body states of America filled with lies

Shorties runin and gunin in front of God's eye

It ain't no surprise that the brain just fries

Due to excessive use of the get highs

And I'm that same nigga drinkin Mi-tie

And we can't kick out habits no matter how man-y tries

Living amongst the new world, doin despise

Guys that don't give a fuck the just chastise

But I rise, see my mind's too wise

Catchin bodies with chip-a-bodies I have no ties

Hittin home runs while you hit pop flies

Don't mind the size nigga just Wreckgonize


[Chorus 2X]