Son Get Wrec

[Verse One: 5FT Accelerator] This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert, yo Reals grab the nine, cause it's time to go to work Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'em, then I just split 'em Best to believe that's the way you should've did him Backing niggas down with the heat, feel the flame Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain I don't give a fuck, I never did, I never will A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill Which to the point, I will extend the trey pound Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew Chillin' in the east as I sip on a brew Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master An individual who blows up because I have to Bust mad shots, it's time for me to misbehave Whoever doesn't like it we can take it to the grave (Chorus 4x) SON GET WREC SON GET WREC SON GET WREC It's time for you to represent [Verse Two] I'm a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight They tried to flex on the Five now they lives is at fate They didn't think I had enough heart to set off the spark I'm a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark My eyes are bloodshot red All the hell I feel has set the stage In my kingdom And not your rule in every state The war has begun I'm about just blow, so pass the hand grenade It's time to let you know My feats, too deep, don't sleep, plus they real Three slugs through your grill The pain you will feel Rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma (Chorus 4x) SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK It's time for you to represent [Verse Three] Spread your wings and prepare to meet your maker Fucking with the Five, I'm like your average life taker Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn Where niggas lose they life and they get their shit tooken Guilters run it all, don't even try to riff Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated fifth Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table Went home, puffed the herbs and watched a little cable Just layin' back, thinking of the things I do Throw on my Timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew Well my man Dru, told him to meet me at the spot Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit Put her in a coma, now she's three months pregnant Damn it's so real in the heart of Bucktown Make a nigga think before he dare fuck around (Chorus 4x) SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK It's time for you to represent