Usual Suspects Album Track 2:

Hells Kitchen

I had to buckle up muscle up get it on my own

In my zone like 2-3 my bars gon shiver ya bones

Punch bowl full of keys i Clipse’em all in a song Let me tell you about this life before BMOR Was known

Up and down Hells Kitchen them devils horns wasn’t shown

I sit godly on this throne them packages gettin thrown

All alone me and my phone tryna make it back home

My stomach get to rumbling my **** man up we grown

But my **** do you feel me?

When they hatin’ playing filthy

You gotta switch it make ‘em feel guilty

My backs against the wall passed them forces against me

Had run ins with the law tried to lynch me like Willie

But my father raised a boss get lost **** I’m busy

My muva gave us all them losses she took was with me

So when I make it fuckin ball my family coming up with me

I sit back and wonder

Does the game fuckin love me?

Do I rap in the wrong in the era dumb it down for these dummies

Cause The man in the Mirror’ll wrap a **** like mummy

& The only competition it’s BMOR, **** the money

Got me laughing at the game, the way they moving is funny

Porch puppies never loved me, they couldn’t make it above me

New York is where I’m from B, fitted jeans with a skully

The home of the gully, my beautiful city get ugly

Hook:

But my **** do you feel me?

When they hatin’ playing filthy

You gotta make ‘em feel guilty

My backs against the wall I passed them forces against me