Beanie Sigel, Freeway - Last Two lyrics

Yeah it's dark, Free

All silence on the hammers I brung
Hear the sirens when the ambulance come
One hand on my nuts, other hand on my gun
Keep that white girl tan, no sun Free, huh?
I'm 'bout to make niggas vacate
The place for the rip
Put the sting in his face
I pull it straight from my hip
I'm the opposite of Chris: I
Be quaking my shit (Haha)
Niggas lift, I'll be making them drip blood
Gotta mop up (What)
Yup! Get shot up from the top up (What)
Niggas is LV'd down from the socks up
Tear that block up
Minute I pull that drop up
Y'all niggas can cop up
Just don't be calling the cops up
You know what? We don't rock ratchet carriers
Plague like malaria
We will bury your pops fast
Then, we coming for you next, yes
Tell your niggas to get dressed 'cause
They will have to carry you
Let them know the Philly boys in the area
(Ugh) bitch I'm daring you, like live radio
Airing you bullets tearing you flesh
Fucking up your interior (Woo)
Murder you bitches
I'll make it clear to you Is you hearing us?
We flamers, Mike Vick couldn't tame us
We Doberman Pinsch niggas, pitbull terriers
Y'all inferior, we are Sig Sauer carriers
Leave niggas on gurney carriers
Whenever aiming this
It's the dangerous two, classic
You hear the pain in it (Oww)
All this bullshit music
Niggas should be ashamed of it
Ugh, game ain't been the same
Since we came in it
Right back, we changing it, you fucking pups
We taming shit this is real Hip-Hop
Hear the 2Pac, hear the Big Daddy Kane in it
All bars are hot
You cannot fire-extinguish it (Ugh)
They fade us
Translate us through different languages
Or get the stainlesses
Don't get us confused with the famous shit
We on some "dump the tool
Leave ya brains on the pavement" shit
Funeral-arranging it (Sawed-off gauging it)
If you pussies ain't ready for war
Don't engage in it
You made your bed now, lay in it
(I'll spray in it)
Leave you in a puddle of blood
You gotta bathe in it
Hit his baby mother, his cuz nobody making it
Your family get the last few
(Motherfucker, we the last two) yeah!

Well, fuck, I'm the first one
To shoot shit up, dog or gun it down
(Uh, huh) walk on up on shit, or run it down
Pull a stock on a K, throw a hundred rounds
(Ugh)
Won't stop til your box lowered under ground
Put you in an urn, your bones'll burn
The rap gorilla, the wack rap ringtone killa
I'm here to find a nigga
Equally realer is rare
You can meet me in the square
If you dare to come near
I have no morals (None)
Just a whole lot of piss and a dick for you
Bullets in a clip for you
This is the ignorance (yeah)
At least it looks that way
When you witness it, kill all witnesses
Bury the hatchet matter-fact
Bury your casket (Ugh)
Shoot you up, bury the ratchet (yeah)
Dig it back up if I have to
I used to bump niggas
Knock niggas out for the practice
The shit starter, the shit-finisher
I don't know what's harder
When they release you or
When they sentence you
Cold steel could raise a nigga temperature
(yeah) collapse your lungs twist it then
Push it in you (Ill)
You'll piss blood through a catheter
(Uh, huh) four five slugs feel like
A bat contacting you
Swung by B bonds with roids in him
B-E number one
Who want to bring the noise with me?