[Intro]
Yo, Seven, you down to rip ‘em?
Hell yeah
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
How you want this shit to go?
Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

[Verse 1, Seven]
Spot rocking with stigmata, I guess it’s the gift
Heal the crippled when I rip the freestyle on a metro lip
Quick to go to war ‘cause I don’t [?] your mama and them
Take your wife and your [?] daughter and beat your ass with a bicycle rim
And when you know it, you went out like a hoe
Talking like, “[?]” 
N***a, you got D-Boed, you got Ramboed
And your cousins wouldn’t even help ‘cause I was in fucking up-mode
Tsk tsk, I see dead people
Like emcee died when he bit my rhyme and didn’t know the flow was lethal
They tried to kill me by giving me cancer (You can’t get rid of that)
Shit, if DB came on and then rocked a verse, then cancer gave me back
Vision my wisdom but you scared to look
I’m hieroglyphics in the sonic bible, the Quran and K-Rino’s Book
You can be deaf and dumb and it wouldn’t change shit
Plug up my ears, rip out my tongue and [?] your ass in sign language, bitch
[Interlude]
Felony, you down to rip ‘em?
Fa sho
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
Man, how you want this here to go?
Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Say foo’, you down to rip ‘em?
Fa sho
Then show your skill
Which weapon should I use?
Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
Man, how you want this shit to go?
Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

[Verse 2: Rhyme Felon]
When I lock and load, I make blocks explode
Lyrical C4, the plastics, fuck the Glocks you hold
I was told once before never kick a man when he’s down
I hate to tell you, what better time to serve a hater with rounds
Lace him with pounds of ammo, shake that snake out the ground
Have him regretting, crossing state lines, sliding his ass in H-Town
Can’t hit the breaks now, I see you don’t like the way the 40 cal sound
Scared to death, got your face down, feeling like out of place now
My n***a listen, my rhymes are like illegal prescriptions
So codeine and Sprite mix it cold, pharmaceutical [?]
Skill-dropping is like pill-popping, numbs your brain into submission
Only to awake to a headache, just in time to hear the slugs whistling
The Rhyme Felon, bid you farewell, only time can tell
I inhale and breathe life, refreshing off minds that’s stale
No stopping these top pedigree from the dirty streets out the cell
I shoot to kill from a Coupe de Ville, translating your heaven into hell
[Interlude]
K-Rino, you down to wreck ‘em?
Hell yeah
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Straight up?
Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel
How you want this shit to go?
Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
K-Rino, you down to rip ‘em?
Sho is
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
It don’t matter, shoot to kill
I will
Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel
How you want this shit to go?
It don’t matter, shoot to kill

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Yo, straight out the gutter, stomach cutter, at will I slice
Decapitate a crew and made their heads roll like dice
Lyrics inserted, cops alerted, I’ll blast at foes
Don’t want the preacher throwing up, leave the casket closed
Punish my victims then inflcit them with pain and stress
Another radical recital ignites your chest
Beating a sucker motherfucker for calling me fake
How many blows to the nose can one man take?
I got to pop ya just to stop ya from dissing my clique
Breaking your ass with a blast or blow so quick
Making you frown with a round, you duck and wish
Man I’m so down I could drown a fucking fish
Unleash the vocals, every local can feel the sting
Took off my vest, shot up my chest, didn’t feel a thing
You see me stepping with the rep and the mic I thrash
Since you don’t like me get this Nike up out your ass
[Interlude]
Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?
Hell yeah
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling the steel
How you want this shit to go?
Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?
Hell yeah
Then show your skill
How you want this shit to go?
Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling that steel
How you want this shit to go?
Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill

[Verse 4: Ruff Eyque]
Gimme the microphone and duck when I bust
Remember one thing, don’t fuck with us
‘cause uh, you’re fucking with the wrong clique
Unless you’re into stroking and licking on armed dicks
SPC still spitting it happily
Eat hoe ass louse, yeah they still after me
But they can’t catch, not today
And then five ass n***as want me locked away
I’ma bring it to the light and it sparks in the dark
When this [?] catch your [?], it’s gon’ rip it apart
Now uh, who gots the feeling for a thrilling killing?
I promise it to be chilling when this n***a stop living
I’m giving slugs to mugs then he stripped in [?]
Payback's a motherfucker when you dripped in blood
The last time I came, rushed the loot and still
But this time to gain, it’s to shoot and kill

[Interlude]
You down to wreck ‘em?
What you think?
Then show your skill
Trust that I murder first
It don’t matter, shoot to kill
Aight
Handle the mic like you handle the steel
Well can I use your new bazooka?
It don’t matter, shoot to kill

[Verse 5: DBX]
You ain’t said nothing
Whenever I’m busting, I shoot to kill
I use to chill but now I got to execute the deal
The juice is real, a hundred percent freshly squeezed
SPC’s best emcees, it’s best you leave
Because we fucking up the game for you n***as that’s rapping fame
Tryna make a name, DBX is taking aim
No warning shots ‘cause I ain’t tryna wound ‘em or injure ‘em
Helpless is how I render ‘em
Dead is how I remember ‘em
I’ll [?] ya, in ’99, I use a Ruger
So dammit, Eyque, how the fuck you load this bazooka?
Blow up the whole spot at a four block radius
Don’t play with us, RIP on you faggots that hated us
Dragon clan coming like the cavalry
You fucking with my homeboys is one thing that I ain’t having, g
The [?] killer like [?] killer
Shooting venom with these lyrics, throw the mic in the river