7L & Esoteric - Warning - Knife In The Face Lyrics
[Esoteric talking]You mother*****ersThis is some murderous shit right hereIt's the E-S, 7L on the trackPotent somethin' through ya bean hatDon't try to pigeon hold me babyYou know the dealAbout to black out on these mother*****ersIt's like this, hey yo[Verse 1]We don't ***** foot around shit, we beat down shitWe ain't the cats that you wanna ***** around withStraight up, like a jump offyou make my skin crawl like a snakeI hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassinI beat you, defeat you wid the passionCash and girls are what motivates meA small rapper like yaself is needin' safetyI don't claim to be a thugBut that would mean a slugFor any faggo that's givin' or receivin' loveI keep a glove in my right handSo when I murder wid the micthey won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphramYou're in the fryin' panI'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambsReady to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouthI'm not the one to disI'm fearless like Parker than the deer hunter isNo doubt[Hook]You thug it out, cut it outYou ***** around we gon' slug it out, club it outYou playin' games we gon' shut you outSo now you know what we aboutPimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt[Talking]Y'all mother*****ers is actin' real fake rightYa man's land ain't even that manYou ain't livin' that lifeYou ain't ready for that man, fall back[Verse 2]***** ass rapper, fake act clapperCan't ***** around with the underground jaw tapperRaw rapper, rugged like a LandroverHandover the mic ya plan's over tonightAin't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all clickI'm to sick, to eat a dickYa can't get wid the words that I spitI rip, can't stand none of this fake shitThis side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old NavyYo I shop Newbury, now you walk new buryWhile I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clueOr the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' toI slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face offFirst of all shake the hate offClaimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate offThe truth is you can't afford to take a day offYou stay soft like my purple label face clothMy dick you need to stay offIf punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid offHook x2
