You Ain't a Killer

The harsh realities of life is takin' tolls
 Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
 Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
 Take control, I'm makin' dough, but not enough to blow
 J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
 That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
 Halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin' to survive illegal
 I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
 Sacrifice your life to a higher force
 Then I stomp your corpse
 It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent?
 One of the last livin' still in action, general assassin
 Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any tech
 Smashin' any chest, passin' any test
 Charles Manson in the flesh
 Any last requests before you meet your maker?
 Sew what you reap a wake up
 Shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
 I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
 Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
 Make no mistake, "The shit is real" as Joe
 We follow the killer's code
 When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
 Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
 And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
 You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
 From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
 Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
 From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
 It's where's your gat
 You made a grave mistake
 Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
 Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
 The pain is great but only for a second
 It starts strong then lessens
 Just when you restin the Armageddon sets in
 Left him with so much stress, blessed him with no regrets
 (T.S., yes)
 Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
 Now face the serpent, I blaze your person
 You get laced for certain
 Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
 I'm hurtin', head severely really tryin' to bring the pain
 There's nuttin' mo' satisfyin' than when you cryin' screamin' my name
 It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
 Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
 I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
 John Madden tackle your corpse
 Then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
 That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
 Then curse tu vida like a Brujeria verse
 I'm worse than anything you ever been through
 Sick in the head and mental
 Essentially meant to be the soul frantic mental
 When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
 Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
 You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
 From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
 Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
 From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
 It's where's your gat
 You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
 From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
 Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
 From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
 It's where's your gat
 It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
 We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
 We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
 Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
 I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
 With half a million in the stash
 Passport with the gas, first name and last
 Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
 Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
 I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
 If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
 I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
 Probably a stash magician
 Could've went to college and been a mathematician
 Bad decisions kept me out the game
 Now I'm strictly out for cream
 Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
 My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
 Measured by the heaven's king, down to the devil's mezzanine
 I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
 Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
 So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
 It's not what crew's the livest
 When the survivors who's the wisest
 You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
 From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
 Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
 From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
 It's where's your gat
 You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
 From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
 Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
 From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
 It's where's your gat
 You ain't a killer