Face/Off

What it do? Your boy's about to spew
The heat I'm bout to drop, bitch you haven't got a clue
C been in the kitchen, cooking up a stew
You about to sip, what I'm about to brew
I get what I want, I have what I need
I draw wounds just to see if they bleed
I don't create, but I plant the seed
I'm growing like a field, you still pulling up weeds
Give me one op, then I take out the bunch
Take a stab, I absorb it like a sponge
not bob, I'm not under the sea
You a dog, don't go barking up my tree
Wherever I roam, I stay strapped
I'm living off plates, you still living off scraps
Keep it to myself, nah these ain't bottle caps
Popping off like double tap

One, two, three to the four
We keep it locked up, don't come through that door
Time to face off, let's settle the score
Man they always coming for more
Five, six, seven to the eight
Knocking at the crib, better open the gate
It's too late
Bitch it's your fate
Thought it would work, but it's too late

I'm gonna blow up, you still running for cover
Best find yourself a fallout shelter
Your boy C's gonna play a little ditty
Buying out the stock like we in Diamond City
You wanna step to me? It's your guts that'll spill
It's like the fair, I just do it for the thrill
Won't know my next move
Cooking up beats like they're ribs on the grill
Yeah that's the shack that I speak of
Cook me some wings and I'll fly like a dove
Nah I'm not done, the fights just begun
Making this so easy, it really ain't fun
Riding down the highway sipping C4
Ducking from the ops ain't really a chore
Got to link your mind to the mainframe
I ain't an alchemist, but I'll start the flame

One, two, three to the four
We keep it locked up, don't come through that door
Time to face off, let's settle the score
Man they always coming for more
Five, six, seven to the eight
Knocking at the crib, better open the gate
It's too late
Bitch it's your fate
Thought it would work, but it's too late
One, two, three to the four
We keep it locked up, don't come through that door
Time to face off, let's settle the score
Man they always coming for more
Five, six, seven to the eight
Knocking at the crib, better open the gate
It's too late
Bitch it's your fate
Thought it would work, but it's too late