Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them brooklyn streets
Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner