recognition and even fame But when you talk of MC's, Ice-T is the best And when you talk of DJ's, forget the rest, Glove's Reckless Verse
My Winchester will get the best of ya Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya I reach out and touch you with the parabellum You got a crew, you better
night and day And you're livin' proof that crime does pay Your life is dangerous and reckless You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast You're a titan
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
like me, but people like spiders And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat And kids are the only ones that really blush I'm real as fuck I pull that thing and
down or backing up I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up When my razor touch ya head, neck and face And I'ma give you that shot, rest in peace [
he Teeny hate Oh, di You should've known you could have rested on me Each every time I kept the real alive You took me for the drive to feel the feat And
hand Oh! die You should have known you could have rested on me Each every time I kept the reel alive You took me for the drive To feel the fear and it
on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get
yo it's time for some aksion Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen Yo Busta Bus, do you hear
of his cornea He just saw you run, all you want is to rest 'Cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
a joke? The other day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke? What's the problem, you know I'm sober? If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn
closest pattern to our process Our signature of razor blades and vinegar Walkin' in the path of the workin' class is a fuckin' blast And in our union
speeding motorcycle] [Chorus] When you walking down the street with your - Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you
my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothin' instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock
Joc, Joc don't stop, oh my God, you're so hot Catch me on your block with 4 glocks and 4 shots Bet you niggas know not, try me like a hoe not Niggas run
slash your chest area open And have the whole world soakin' within your hemoglobin Then blast, your lyrics be on face and astrophysics You couldn't be your if you