[Fredro Starr] <br />At night time I kill 'em, bloody on my canine <br />Search and find you just, mob through blast fast <br />Ruffin 'em up, toughen 'em up, as ass <br />IT ISN'T? WHAT WAS THE DAMN MURDER <br />that I'se done gone sick <br />I TRIED the drastic tactic, of +Bacdafucup+ <br />The ass kick, blast with, my shook nine rhymes <br />Crimes is crazy, easy baby <br />Mess around, get drowned and have that ass in Paisley <br />(Props is props) Unorthodox, so watch! <br />Where we live, we get beat up, BY THE COPS <br />But that can't stop, the kids are so HIP-HOP <br />Roof to roof top - dropped; the eight count <br />DEAD! Dead on arrival, forget the fame <br />The game is survival, you know my name (uh-huh) <br />I throw blows in the world of the rap war <br />Tap jaws of crews, bruise 'em on tour <br /><br />[Chorus:Fredro Starr] <br />And the place is where (here), the time is when (now) <br /><br />[Sticky Fingaz] <br />I've come to suck the blood upon a microphone <br />Gaze deep into my eyes, I'll make you turn to stone <br />It be, "Night of the Walking Dead" if you don't leave me the hell alone <br />Cause rap ain't no game but I'm playin for keeps <br />I live in the Rotten Apple, the city that never sleeps <br />STOP! You try to steal my style and got spotted <br />Niggaz can't get it, cause niggaz ain't got it <br />I've been a bald head since the, age of ten <br />Plus I'm a ruthless crook and, I was born in Crooklyn <br />So a stick up, is a piece of cake for <br />the kid with the Sticky Fingaz everything I touch I take <br />So don't make me angry; you won't like me when I'm angry <br />All that frustration starts to change me <br />Then I SCREAM! So my voice gets horse <br />It's time to face the music, and the Red Cross <br />You can fool some of the people some of the time <br />The beat is the heart and the words get the mind <br />I'm livin proof there's no hope of mankind
