[Hook x2]
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
Cause I'm a wickedess -wickedess -brrrr wickedess

[Verse 1 - Bloodshed]
Aiyyo, I got a bullet vest, n***as that fes'
I'm on some new stress, walk around with a Smith Wess'
Givin' heart tests, I'm heartless
On some ill shit, I'm out to spark shit
You wanna stay alive, then money don't get on my spark list
Straight up fuckin' murderer who don't play, I fucking slay
So fuck around and get your brains blown like JFK
Richard Kuklinski that's my idol, all about survival
My gat leaves n***as more holy then the fucking Bible
But aiyyo it gets worse, I spark a church
I'm the type to make your grandmoms grab her fucking purse
My life is fucked up, worse-r then that, my life's a stressed world
Yo, even the fresh girls get sprayed up like S-curls
Assassin-ater brought up by the ways of a tec
A nine, a gat, a Glock is all I need to catch wreck
Bloodshed; a buddha head, known for flippin' when I'm trippin'
I put the fuckin' clip in then I'm leaving n***as drippin'
A madman public nuisance, I'm like a heart threat
Leave n***as slain on the train like Bernhard Goetz
A murderer, fucking with me, you must got problems
I'll make you wish your pops would've used a fucking condom
I used to sell cracks, break bones and backs
Now I bust raps, catch gats, Glocks and MACs
I'm leavin' bullet scars, fuck usin' a knife
Buck ya twice, take your life, plus your afterlife
Eyes are chinky like an oriental, far from gentle
I guess I'm just fucked up in the mental
Leavin' 'em dead Bloodshed; nasty ass brother
Lock ya mom's door cause I'm a bad muthafucka
[Hook]
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
Cause I'm a wickedess -wickedess -brrrr wickedess

[Verse 2 - Murda Mase]
I hate when, n***as with clips on they hip be tryna flip
So I remain gang bangin', fuck the Bloods and Crips
Fuckin' with a n***a who spent half of his life upstate
Couldn't even piss straight, carryin' a .38
Crack I never drop, Phillies get me high
Drive-by sight-seein' watchin' n***as die
You step to get a rep with Murda Mase and you'll be finished
You're fuckin' with a lunatic, a arsonist, a menace
I get roast when I produce a n***a don't split
Catch a fit, lose my mind and pull my .9 and just buck shit
Had beef, with some n***a named Vic from St. Nick
Saw him and some broad in the Accord, I said click-click (BLOAW)
The couple found slain, new n***a; insane
But no crews remain, but stains from blood and brains
His blood had to spill, he had to be killed
He left his money, his car and house in his will
I'm definitely not no joke, I'll get your shit broke
Cause I believe in front you're bendin' with your barber and that smoke
And I always keep a clip for the n***as who wanna flip
So don't even touch it son, go 'head with that bullshit
And I done killed so many troops, I oughta be sued
Made Tom parlay, but still slay for the loop
And if you reep what you sew, then death I reep
Cause I been sewin' lynchin' n***as every day of the week
When I was young I was strung on the books like a brainiac
But now I'm hooked on being a crook, so call me a maniac
Go get your crew to waste me, they won't change me
N***as scared to jump me, they won't even face me
Cause chumps can't daze me and punks can't faze me
Never get Ghost like Swayze, a madman raised me
I know my menace is up, don't cut me off and get smacked
With shots of B.B.O., but I'll be back
[Hook]
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' n***as know they can't fuck with my ill flow
Cause I'm a wickedess -wickedess -brrrr wickedess

[Verse 3 - Killa Kam]
Killa Kam is all that, I stay dipped with the Crip on my hip
Flip the script when I get jipped, now I empty clips
So shut your lip before I have a vendetta, ain't nobody better
Known I got shit sewn like a knitted sweater
When I was little I was dropped by my pops, not by cops
Now I grab my jock and rock your block with the Glock
Pelle as soon as I say slay, it's mayday to straight play, AJ got the AK on payday
I grab a purse or calls a nurse, but first you wanna get in a hearse?
When I burst, shits disperse cause I'm the fuckin' worse
I put a curse in every verse and I don't rehearse
(Yo Kam, kick flavor) Yo money, why you fuckin' thirst'?
I'm leavin' n***as slain, dead in the rain
Have you walkin' with a cane cause the bludgeon is pain
I'm stakin' churches and libraries, very commissary
The knotty Gotti and my shotty got more bodies than a cemetary
You'll get flu cause it's known that I've flown bigger
Me and my chrome trigger, I flip on my own n***as
I own casinos in Rino, I'm like a Valentino
Petino Anino, and Cane Fury's Gambinos
You gainin' and drainin' sustainin' the TEC
I'm used to slicin' n***as throats; so I'm a pain in the neck, right?
I slip 'em and trip 'em and grip 'em
Smack them then crack 'em
Beat 'em and treat 'em then eat 'em
Chug 'em and buck 'em then fuck 'em
Vic 'em, stick 'em then flick 'em
Grab a nap and then jab
Grab the ass when I fuck
Then fucked your mother then fried up
Now chill yo, I don't even think you should still blow
No real bro, but peel show could fuck with my Ill Flow, n***a
Ahaha
[Outro - Murda Mase]
Ayo word up word up chill man chill
Peace out to all of them n***as on the corner doin' somethin' they ain't got no business doin'
'We got the dime and a nickel' Crew
My man A.G., my man Will, my man Tre Dogz, my man Kam, my man Dre, all 'em n***as out there
Yo Mel, King, Cig, Bush, 'n' all 'em
Yo big shouts to all my bitches
And word up the lil holster

[Killa Kam]
My man Skeeter, my man Don and everybody else I forgot and to all of my bitches

[Bloodshed]
Word up, you n***as doin' that shit on the corner

[Murda Mase]
B.B.O. do it again

[Bloodshed]
The whole live
Mase Murda like them other, b
Word up

[Murda Mase]
Stu-