Submuloc Fo Ytic 2.5

[Verse: 1 - P. Blackk] Brother of my brothers and my papa and mama Award tourin', but I bet we be back around like karma, yo I fuck around and bomb, and disarm your whole squad En guarde, my guard's up we blowing up, you blow hard You call yourself trying to give live with no heart Well I'm fresh to death, we be the best to bless No mic checks, just rebel we step to wreck No rest, just reps we next, coming at your neck Yes you love it, mid west nothing to fucked with Staying away from lames, and dames not to be trusted I fucks with Fader and Vad, these are my brothers We go back like gun powder, drummer boys and muskets Chi-chi pow! A-yo, who trying to go to war with the boy Cause I rap with the passion of the lord And you looking like a fake soldier, we taking over You can't say that I ain't told ya' [Hook: - P. Blackk] Word up, ay wee-wee ya'll A-yo, my name P. Blackk but I see ya'll I'm always up, never down --no seesaw I'm could only do me I couldn't be ya'll One, two three ya'll [Verse: 2 - Fabrashay A] I spit this for my niggas, yeah, [?] [?] can spot a snake in the meadows And draw heat, that could probably put a tan on the devil Watch the slave, split a master roll a 'L' to his level Boy, any bitch that dealt with more dick than Geppetto Rain pours, thunder sounds God's tears and his echos Let's go, it's Fab 8018 test though Stacey Adam loafers to mesh with my dress clothes My fresh clothes probably Parry Ellis and Esco Let's go, back to the birth of the def flow Been death though since Pac left Death Row Deliveries and your homies don't call you the best for And hollow tips split clips all that your chest blow We can get money now, why settle for next though When the best last wish is breath though I know they fear me, I come in peace as a 'G' Ya'll, to see all be all, so when you see me You should see ya'll [Hook: - Fabrashay A] Wee-wee ya'll A-yo, my name Fab A but I see ya'll I'm always up, never down --no seesaw I'm could only do me I couldn't be ya'll One, two three ya'll [Verse: 3 - Vad] Ill nigga, first proceed to take pictures My great from the brib, to the corner store for swishers Hold gats, so niggas fear us but I never fear no man [Muslim musings....?] [?] stay frozen Fresh produce, in the booth you tell no truths You sound like wolf tickets and ya'll niggas ain't made no loot No ends, instead you getting capped like a gold tooth I tried to told you, a nigga loco if he ever in this life that I'm local There's money out there, my 'G,' I've got to show you My nigga Rob used to sell weed in front of Whole Foods Now he thinking about hitting licks on mad mobiles Ya'll niggas need to pause like the space bar in Pro Tools Ever seen a nigga look fresh in some old shoes, huh? Ya'll niggas better learn who the God is King Vada getting played in the nearest projects [Hook: - King Vada] Wee-wee ya'll A-yo, formerly known as L.E., ya'll I'm always up, never down --no seesaw I'm could only do me I couldn't be ya'll One, two three ya'll