Shoot to Kill (Glock Mix)

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt This ain't gonna work for me It just wouldn't be, sufficient enough Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speaking wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefing, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! Now go to sleep bitch Die, motherfucker, die Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch (what) Why are you still alive How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes And go to sleep bitch (what) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye Go to sleep bitch (what) Why are you still alive Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah Go to sleep bitch We got you niggas nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus You's not MC's, you's worthless You's not them G's, you's a circus You's no appeal, please You's curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred in two thousand third You's purping, you's no threat, who's ya serving When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak You's not the streets, you's the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth Hey dog, I'mma walk like a beast, talk like the streets I'mma stay blazing New York with the heat Stalk on the beat, walk wit MY feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowing But I'mma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog don't bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz it's all good, it's all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn, dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that All you motherfuckers, take that Here, take this too, bitch Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Wahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters No more press No more press Rot, motherfuckers, rot Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt Die nameless, bitch, die nameless, no more fame Ahh, hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha