[Hook]

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 1: Zakee]

Nigga, hold your tech, you ain't touching me

All the honeys know I'm buzzing like a fucking bee

That's why your old hoes left, came to hang with me

I swear I'm So So Def like Jermaine Dupri,

Can't you see my Vibe can even make the Def Jam?

How High I gotta get for my eyes to get Red-man?

Fans be like "hey hey hey, you're the realest nigga."

I should join the KKK, cause I be killing niggas

Trying to diss infamous? that won't go well

We're a Deadly Combination you're going to take a Big L

And well, Havoc I wreak, you act like possum in street

Prophet the prodigy cause you know we be mobbin' deep

And I be obviously, hotter then hell you see

And plus I must be the shit because all you can smell is me

And if I'm with your bitch I'm commiting a felony

I pistol whip her with dick and then fuck her until she bleed

Snuff her 'til she's deceased and then stuff her under my sheets

Start fucking her to the beat but it's just a figure of speech

[Hook]

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 2: Keanu Jones]

Feel like it's 91, mid 2Pacalypse,

Popping shit but I'm prodigious

Hopping fences and dodging them

Searching with em, I rob and sin

Probably spent my last on this bad bitch

She say I can fuck bad if I'm paying over average

Mad shit through my mental probably going insane

So I light this reefer in vein, contemplating killing the game

Premeditated, never faded, my heart pour on this notepad

No dad, oh bad, so sad, I see me getting mo' cash

Show that's, a palm reading and a palm itching

I love her dearly, but can't do shit without mom bitching

Time ticking, my rhymes written, and I know it sales

You see us raised round these narcs, these sharks

Man you know we well, show and tell

Nigga only trust two soles, and that's these vans ho

Grew up without a daddy, I been a fucking man so..

Wipe your mouth, and stop jocking all of my shit

Your momma and them on, no room for you so hop up off this dick

[Hook]

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

Scared to death, they scared to look

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks

[Verse 3: CJay]

Prophecy

You don't know what it takes to make this, on a regular basis

Face it, I'm the one left in the matrix,

Destined for greatness

Rappers were cocky, but that's before we met 'em

"Who want war?" We yellin'

My category fell in story tellin'

Prophecy. Fuck the one that watches me

Like I watch it, I skyrocket right out the eye socket

Who showed me a real nigga? My mirror did

A lyricist who's shitting on top of a pyramid

It's a privelige to be in the position you in

Who's the best rapper alive? Well I don't listen to him

There ain't no message in his music, like liquor is bad for the liver bitch slept the night and caught hepatitis

Be proud of us, these rappers mislead. They ain't guiding us

They sell their soul for a paper that say "In God We Trust"

He's the only one that blesses me, praise him til the death of me

They wanna see my name on stone that reads rest in peace

Couldn't predict I'm the future, Miss Cleo hate me but even Miss Cleo rate me, the fucking G-O-A-T

Zake, I don't like hip hop of today. This shit is fake

Tryna get this shit real again, can you relate?

Uh, hip hop is not dead but I'm about to kill it. So I can resurrect the real one who gives a fuck how you feel son

Two faced bitches, no need for cosmetics. My mind set as I'm prophetic cause God said it