Right Back at You (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Big Noyd)

Yeah, yeah, check it out now
 Run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
 We can die together
 As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
 I don't give a fuck about my presence
 I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
 For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
 I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
 Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is my people
 So, why you wanna end your little life like this?
 'Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless
 I live by the day only if I survive the last night
 Damn right, I ain't trying to fight
 We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
 My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
 Ways of action, I grab the gat and
 Ain't no turning back when I start blasting
 Pick up the handle and insert the potion
 Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
 No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger
 Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born
 I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
 You got the heart to get busy without your crew
 Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
 You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
 I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
 You got the heart to get busy without your crew
 Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
 You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
 Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from
 'Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin' but the big guns
 Around my way, niggaz don't got remorse for out of towners
 Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
 The loud sounder, ear ringer
 And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
 You got a real ice grill but are you really real?
 Step to the hill, then I'ma test your gun skills
 'Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
 You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
 But swing that bullshit this way
 And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay
 Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
 The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
 Six blocks and you might not make it through
 What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you?
 Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
 You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck
 What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you
 To come out your face? Now I have to wet you
 Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent
 Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
 'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
 You got the heart to get busy without your crew
 Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
 You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
 Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
 Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high?
 Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
 Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream
 And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit
 Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
 Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
 In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
 There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
 Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
 You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran
 Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
 Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
 Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember
 My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
 The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him, slow down cousin
 But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
 But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect
 But is his brain insane from the lye
 From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible]
 Why, a nigga just died last week
 As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street
 But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
 His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
 But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
 Wit a firepack, don't even go there, 'cuz it ain't like that
 Slow down baby, he said, "What, you trying to play me?"
 You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
 Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
 Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy