The Message

[Verse 1]

[Refrain]

[Verse 2]

[Hook]

[Outro](AZ)

Fake thug, no love

You get the slug CB4 Gusto

Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though

You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out

Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out

Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray

A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay

Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns

Regulate with my Dunns

Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17

They let me let y'all niggas know one thing

There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King

The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen

Antera spinning on Millenniums

Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em

Threats I'm sending em

Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus

Ill sex adrenaline

Party with villains

A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny

Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it

Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em

Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs

Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em

Fuckin' me in the Benz wagon

Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon

Grab your gun, it's on though

Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight

With the broke Mac it won't spray right

Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit

Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit

Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-shit

[01:36.79][01:31.45][01:26.09]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

[01:39.25][01:34.00][01:28.59]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'

I peeped you frontin'

I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat

Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'

Across the street you was wilding

Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '89

Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine

I cocked a baby 9, that nigga gravy be mine

Clanked him

What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?

Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him

So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb

Spun around and shot one

Heard shots and dropped son

Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come

Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck

I got stitched up and went through

Left the hospital that same night, what

Got my gat back, time to backtrack

I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped

Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by

was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one

That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily

The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge

So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours

Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls

Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before

We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw

But a, a thug changes and love changes

And best friends become strangers, word up

[03:03.53][02:58.26][02:52.67]Y'all know my steelo

[03:06.09][03:00.72][02:55.31]There ain't an army that could strike back

Thug niggas

Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know Yo，

To them niggas that's locked down

Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying

To my thorough niggas New York and World wide

Yo to the Queensbridge Militia

'96 shit, The Firm clique

Illmatic nigga It Was Written though

It's been a long time coming

Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy

Better come with the real though

Fake ass niggas yo

(They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)

Bring the shit man, live man

(Fuck that son, word up)

Nine-six shit 1996

[Produced by Trackmasters]

sampled from Sting - Shape of My Heart