Who (Wanna Fade Us)?

I think it’s bout time they let the west rip Clutch the game with a death grip If you can’t respect the set then exit We animals, ya’ll cats domestic The way we impact on tracks – pathetic Ugh Yep, you guessed it The best antiseptic took a rest suggested Ya breath less congested All haters get deflected Ay, It’s HOG MOB for life Accept it Groupies wanna know what’s up with the sex tip But success is the only chick I’m up in bed wit Yes, I set trip Don’t test it like bein' soakin' wet and then connectin' with electrics We off force, I came to correct it Till the reign of the father I claim’s elected And I’m stayin' till every part of the game’s infested Wanna bang with the martyr’s gang? Confess it Ugh.. right Ugh, Yeah You know You know what this is homie, ch ch ah! Woo For life, right (So who really wanna fade us now) Ugh, Ugh Cuz I’m a one man army All get slain in a clone battle And lyrically I don’t swang thangs I clone jabber So don’t travel to your avenue Cuz one shot’ll be havin you Lookin like a pass thrown lateral On mainstream waves I row with my own paddle That hard I can’t even mix with stone gravel And I came in the game with no babble I came in the name of the one that reigned befo’ Pharoah Ugh, I etch lyrics on headstones And bless headphones with a quill pin dipped in bone marrow Cuz no weapon formed can test my zoned lair Yo, end up shot in the chest wit ya own arrow Born in a sect of the west of known barrow Where tech’s wet ya head and ya chest with long barrels Christmas has came with no carols Just hand-me-down pairs of clothes And the prayer that the Lord’ll spare our souls And it stuck with me So I’m the only Goliath that stands at 5’10” and a buck fifty To the blasé – I serve Yahweh, he’s up in me We got it locked for life, ya’ll just iffy Sip thick blood from the grail Ya cups dixie Hit me, slit both of my wrists till my blood drips free Tip meek in a coffin, and I’ll still be stalkin Through the soundwaves of ya walkman A lot more than often Be cautioned Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (So who really wanna fade us now) Ugh West-side Sac-town (yeah, you know) From Lyric block to medallion (it’s HOG MOB homie and it’s a lot more than this baby) Much love to the fam all the way down to San Jose (bang just like me, you know what I’m sayin?) All the way out to Florida, New Jersey The homeboys out in the ATL Houston, Huh.. LA Camp 8 connection what’s crackin ya’ll Ugh And we bringin' the game to a stand still All plans is getting cancelled Trampled by Sac-town’s abusive vandals On beach cruiser handles of land The same spot that you stand could be branded by memorabilia candles We animals, in lion’s dens with Daniel You still learnin' the rules? I invented the manual And I was sent by Emmanuel God just rolled a seven, so don’t gamble Cuz I am not tryin to re-enact 2Pac So do not Approach me unless you bear the mark of the O.G Telescopic lens views closely The fake ones’ game over No need for OT I’m in mint condition, the hip-hop Stokley It’s a drought for dope heat And I am the only O-Z left bringin' the game a new meanin Cuz ya’ll cats is blind like the refs of New England (Your vision is impaired) Ya neck is dew gleamin' A double-minded man is perplexed and you’ve seen him Same one’s dissin me Sayin they got love for who Christened me We Christians G, that’s a far cry from bein in the street Cuz we don’t care about units (speak the truth) We well aware of our influence And I don’t care how plush ya ice is Cuz the wealth of the wicked is laid up for the righteous (So who really wanna fade us now)