It's Time I See You

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout huh?

It's time

I see youGet it right

You faggot niggas heard

Suge Knight

Double R's the only niggas he respect

And y'all niggas shook right?

Y'all get on hot ninety seven and talk wit a baritone

Wit two niggas downstairs wit licensed guns to take y'all home

Scared ass niggas

You thin'k they gon take a life so they can get life

Ask Puff they ain't tryin' to hear that nigga

For no cake, and y'all can get at us on

Labor DayWe make stones that say

Pay your debt and get moms labor day

I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of

Handheld don't hold prints plus

I burnt the tip of my fingers

I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double

R's hoodrat

The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit

Y'all bitches thin'k the ryders a joke, well

I don't play

I blow you whole fuckin' shit up

Like Tim Mc

VeighGimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today

Cross comin' y'all better get the fuck out the way

I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church

I put a bomb in your baby carriage

Brick through your hearse

Tell your

CEO, don't call my

CEO apologizin'

I'm at your wake in the choir

Standin' harmonizin'

It's in'fa red the shit that be on top of the heater

The best thing in

New YorkSince

Steinbrenner signed

JeterHold

Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef

So stop frontin' vegetarian just scared of beef

Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss

Here we go again', only we on kiss shit

We keep comin' and you keep runnin'

You keep claimin' you the best that done it

Pussy let me see somethin', fake niggas screamin' "Ryde or die"

Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry

Outta all the camps in this game, nigga

We the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame

Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas

Still play the hood while you ride past niggas

Coward trust me we keep it gutter, hope you stay mad a hater'

Cause you can't touch us, huh

It's time

I see youAyo,

I ain't got a care in the world

Kidnappin' your kid, maimin' your mom, and airin' your girl

And like, you ain't got a friend in the world

I'm hopeless and numb,

I can't see but

I can focus my gun

And I'm down for smokin' blunts to the head

My nerves is shot, my paces is short,

I dump in your head

I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now

I'm the nigga that they talk about goin' to

ChaoAnd my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody

If you heard about me beefin' dog

I leave the most shells

The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot

Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin' you pound

What? Like

I won't run up and break your jaw

Like they make a vest for your head to stop the four

I'm tired of rappin', let's get the

MackAnd send niggas on vacation

Right in front of the radio station

Motherfuckers ain't quiet 'til the tech go off

Arteries hitted, hawkin', they neck is shit

I'm the motherfuckin' hardest

I smack the shit out of any one

Of your artists whatever the label

Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table

And I don't give a fuck,

Sheek'll do life in the box

Before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the lox

What? Motherfuckers, c'mon

Yo, If I miss your head and your neck,

I'll hurt your chest

If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death

And I'm known for gettin' money, not known for wildin'

But I'm real

I could rock both phones in the island

This is how we even the bets

I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets

Everything got dubs on it, even the vets

Fifty close, then fifty wide, even the sets'

Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when

I'm squirtin'

When they start hurtin', that means they workin'

Only way we comin' is hard

Industry is like jail nigga, double

R's runnin' the yard, uh