The Message (Explicit)

Fake thug  no love  you get the slug  CB4 Gusto
Your luck low  I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out  get f**ked and ate out
Prostitute turned b**ch  I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out  Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A  verbal AK spray
Dipped attache  jumped out the Range  empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots  murder schemes  thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's  17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life  one love  so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin  Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums  twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them  Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians  a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique  with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it  chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil  taste em  crack the legs
Way out of formation  it's horizontal how I have em
F**kin me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
Sh*t is grimy  real niggaz buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a f**k who they hit  as long as the drama's lit
Yo  overnight thugs  bug cause they ain't promised sh*t
Hungry-a** hooligans stay on that piranha sh*t
"I never sleep  cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin"
"I never sleep  cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin"
"I never sleep  cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin"
"I never sleep  cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin"
I peeped you frontin  I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat  tinted with heat  beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up  playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that ni**a grave be mine  clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb  felt my leg burn  then it got numb
Spun around and shot one  heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one  somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my name  what the f**k
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night  what
Got my gat back  time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the f**k I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun  and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown ni**a's through  blazin at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin L's sippin Coors  on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
We used to score together  Uptown coppin the raw
But uhh  a thug changes  and love changes
And best friends become strangers  word up
"Y'all know my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could strike back"
"Y'all know my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could strike back"
"Y'all know my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could strike back"
"Y'all know my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could strike back"
Yo  to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know
To them niggaz that's locked down
Doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin
To my thorough niggaz  New York and world wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
9-6 sh*t   The Firm clique  Illmatic ni**a
It Was Written though
It's been a long time comin
Y'all fake niggaz  tryin to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake a** niggaz yo
Bring the sh*t man  live man
Nine-six sh*t