Train Trussle (feat. Ghostface Killah & Scotty Wotty)

I'm the best ever, I'm the most brutal and vicious And most ruthless champion there's ever been There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could --- I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me Praise be to Allah! Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover Niggas balling me down, that's when I reached over Figured they ain't got no manners, young boys round here They don't know my status See niggas looking for a full time jack move But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes Give it to them quick, something like fast food Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who? Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you You mad, 'cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men Come value your business, it ain't all gravy You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled (We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled) Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug Fire all cylinders, swing with gritty love Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug A minister of death, came back to finish ya At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud That's right, it's in my blood, damn, what's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw If I sell out, yo, I'm copping some more Get the hell out, or I'm popping the four Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled (We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled) Consider me pissed off Them swiners better throw in they whole chalk 'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash I precede the aftermath of an acid bath Take a leap from the highest, and walk home bloody from a riot And still stay chubby on a diet Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michelin It's obvious, the God ain't settling Reputation and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals Blow the Ruger, brothers wanna through rubbles Rock fight avalanches and ambushing Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush It wasn't us, it was Paul and his brother Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen I guzzle punks like 22's Embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenues It's important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorseless We eat the fucking cake without the frosting Contents contained, shatters his splattered brain Ever since Killah Priest was ordained I'm bringing back the revelry, I had with Beverly And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery Fuck outta here We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled (We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled) My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart Praise be to Allah!