[Intro: Desert Eagle] (Tell me... tell me...) What would you do? Hillside Scramblers Loose links, what would you? Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
[Desert Eagle] I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds He started the beef, now, wanna split town With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down Get it clown? You done started something I put it down, and you just started hustlin' Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin' Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping Test your heat when it blaze, better target something Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something Niggaz need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?
[Chorus: Letha Face] Tell me: what would you do? If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop Would you shoot first? Or get shot? Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock Tell me..
[Letha Face] I can't stand it, people try to judge me Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot I could kiss the man who invented the glock The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backward
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[Desert Eagle] I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds He started the beef, now, wanna split town With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down Get it clown? You done started something I put it down, and you just started hustlin' Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin' Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping Test your heat when it blaze, better target something Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something Niggaz need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?
[Chorus: Letha Face] Tell me: what would you do? If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop Would you shoot first? Or get shot? Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock Tell me..
[Letha Face] I can't stand it, people try to judge me Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot I could kiss the man who invented the glock The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backward
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