Grim - My Last Request

(yo yo) When it comes to statik, I'm givin' motherfuckers ass-kicks - tragic Science - A magnet the habit - the streets timing Bring pain and panic - comin' with it - I'm with it Your life to me - it don't matter - gun clapper - niggaz don't mean shit I rep raw, rip more, underlord, Up North, resort to bloodsports Squeeze your head through the cell door Locked in the ring dark, there's no use to swing hawks Who goes there? Buck-fifty from ear to ear - I don't care Fuckin' ruckus in titanium cages, and um - Success with falling in New York is amazing Nine Glock cocked - cops? Fuck cops, my block Execute, rip n tear, prepare electric chair For the villainous, halfway crooked crimes are silliness The barrenous with the venomous, tantrums so scandalous Motherfuckers can't handle - knock them like rambo Still caged - with strength to go head-up for days nigga (Yeeeaaah) In despair as I'm sittin' in this chair 'bout to die In jail a long time - no lie - can't cry A lot of things are runnin' through my mind - mostly crime My last request be one more chance to say my rhyme [x1] I be the militant mic-master makin' moves to menace The type of nigga lockin' down buildings to sling to tenants Who wunt it? I'll buck you from my rooftop - blunted Simple-minded niggaz is carbon-copies they fronted You look at me I'll still throw ya - killer iller Wet ya like you're manta - da blood-spiller distilled chiller Cold sound cast a spell - livin' well I guess the fate - carried this weight - for cash n cakes Illegal criminal, imbeciles vindicated, apprehend - Illustrated my situation on paper And let off flexes and letters - it won't get better When I die I'm'hassle 'em - strapped into money-getter They spastic, give 'em ass-kicks an' cultural conflicts Conquer, stomp ya, your crew's a so corn-cobber Anticipate my revenge, and avenge And when the power surges my life comes to an end nigga [hook x4]