CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Be Afraid!
Be afraid is your best option
Your brain on the wall, your eyes on your desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and (rock shrimps) the top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex strips
El Magico (would have taken half his shotty) to catch a body
He had the f**kin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami
Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
Uzi’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I know how you maneuver
Make a move I’ll leave your f**kin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what
Be Afraid
Look --
Thirty shot Mac, violators perish
Got in the game with a flow that n***as obviously cherished, jump out the Mas'
sh*t on my necklace, about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em)
Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom)
I sh*t on anything n***as send me to spit on (Ah)
Any n***as get out of line I dump a clip on
Before rap I was in them kitchens getting’ my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting’ my whip on
I’m realer than the rappers you deem to be real n***as
You call ‘em big homies, to me he a lil’ n***a (Ha)
If it’s smoke I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
But I call Lil Brody and ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles
Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy that’s the light pole
Send peace on your head, yeah I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night tho
Machine, ait yo?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your brain on the wall, your eyes on your desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and (rock shrimps) the top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex strips
El Magico (would have taken half his shotty) to catch a body
He had the f**kin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami
Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
Uzi’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I know how you maneuver
Make a move I’ll leave your f**kin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what
Be Afraid
Look --
Thirty shot Mac, violators perish
Got in the game with a flow that n***as obviously cherished, jump out the Mas'
sh*t on my necklace, about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em)
Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom)
I sh*t on anything n***as send me to spit on (Ah)
Any n***as get out of line I dump a clip on
Before rap I was in them kitchens getting’ my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting’ my whip on
I’m realer than the rappers you deem to be real n***as
You call ‘em big homies, to me he a lil’ n***a (Ha)
If it’s smoke I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
But I call Lil Brody and ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles
Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy that’s the light pole
Send peace on your head, yeah I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night tho
Machine, ait yo?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
