It's Time I See You

[Drag-On] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ["It's Time I See You"] Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right? Y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take y'all home Scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life [nope] Ask Puff they ain't tryin to hear that nigga For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day We make stones that say pay ya debt on your moms labor day I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of Handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit [Cross] Y'all bitches think the Ryders a joke, well I don't play [let's go] I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse [Infa-Red] Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef So stop frontin vegetarian, y'all scared of beef [Eve] Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit We comin and you keep runnin You keep claimin you the best that done it Pussy let me see somethin Fake niggas screamin "Ride or Die" Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry Outta all the camps in this game, nigga We the champs in this game Who kick the real shit before the fame Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas Still play the hood while you ride past niggas Coward trust me, we keep it gutter Hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh "It's Time I See You" [Styles] Ayo, I ain't got a care in the world Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin' your girl And like, you ain't got a care in the world I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun And I'm back to smokin blunts to the head My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody If you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you hell [Sheek] What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw Like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4 I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation Right in front of the radio station Motherfuckers ain't quiet til the Tec go off Arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit I'm the motherfuckin hardest I smack the shit out of any one of your artists Whatever the label Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box Before any of y'all bitch niggas front on The LOX What? Motherfuckers, c'mon [Jadakiss] Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death And I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island This is how we even the bets I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets Everything got dubs on it, even the vets 50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin When they start hurtin, that means they workin Only way we comin is hard Industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh