[Intro]
"Usually it starts by, you know, crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing on the wall, and then, you know
We come in right next to it, or cross em out, and they will cross us back out
And then it gets into, umm you know
Maybe a fist fight, then maybe guys gets knifed behind it. And then shooting
And then someone dies, and they might wanna get back at us, if they do get back at us
We go down and might kill two of them, then they will come back and maybe get one of us
And we will go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don’t stop"

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This is slang warfare akhi, I don’t got the time for that
This Charter Arms 5 shots spin 'em like a laundromat
Tony Rome wop shit, rocking the fedora hat
Its bloody money, bloody bodies, homie this is horror rap
The block full of Gestapo, its hotter than Honolulu
We military minded, and we ridin' like Shaka Zulu
Its African tradition, so you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic, just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime, we maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy lifting, bitches do the dishes
How is you a shooter, when you shoot ’em and it misses?
This Mossberg burn ’em and it doing it to bridges
The gun connoisseur, the philosopher of iron shit
Never sleepin', watching everything like it’s a firestick
Your talking real crazy for someone with no blicky
And I ain’t even know that the shooter was old fifty
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi]
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth and catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth and catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun

[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah, offspring of the Juice Crew, that's part of my essence
Makhi was legend before I even rapped on a record
Apocalyptic apostle, see, I was born to rep it
I craft mathematical lessons inside a message
Sublime prime masterminds inside wide Benzes
Circling their blocks, a killers in the crack vengeance
Saw all my warriors still breathing, the saga's endless
Imagine they'll breathe, they'll birth me and piss on my passion
Manufactured and fire ghetto messiah blacksmith
So nice would it been a curse just to live my life with
Salems Lot to hells fire, the streets source to righteous
Evaded federal cases, Supreme Court indictments
For those locked in The Beacon, and trapped on Rikers Island
Hold your crown in that cell, and seek for more enlightenment
Let my lines be the strength and power you need to fight with
All relies on your energy, go hard and ignite
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi]
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth and catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth and catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun