Artist: Beretta 9 f/ Chi-King, Leggezin Fin, Prodigal Sunn, ShoGun Assason Album: Official Mixtape Song: Afro Killa Beez Typed by: Cno Evil [Leggezin Fin] I'm from Composa, straight from Mongola, real soldier [Beretta 9] Just in case you didn't know, but it's ok, because we told ya'll And while you listening, to reach is you, is our mission and If he can't teach you then I'm gonna have to beat it in [Leggezin Fin raps in his language] That's right, dirty O, cypher heat, caps peel, Steubenville Always send, hooligans, keep blow inside a four concealed [Leggezin Fin raps in his language] Flow ya boca, we smoke, drink, fuck, tote weight or bust shot While you choking, thinking that you can't, and that's just Who I B-E-R-E-Double T-A, N-I-N-E AK, K-I-N-E-T-I-C [Leggezin Fin raps in his language] [ShoGun Assason] Hello everybody, it's your boy and them, Saint Troy and 'em Pumping more junk than Sanford and Son, who fucking with them? Who fucking with them, aiyo, you fucking with me? That mean you fucking with us [Leggezin Fin raps in his language] I'm hot, like I got a zone up in the ziplock Cook about a crick in a crock pot, hit the streets Make the block hot, ready to pop like a clock Got, fuck a cop [Prodigal Sunn] Yo, watch the cops, nigga.. My grandfather made it clear about the birds and the bees My mother said a man of his word will surely achieve And I truly believe, like Adam bit that apple from Eve In the jungle learned fast about the snakes who perceive Loving my women, all natural, with chemical weaves [Leggezin Fin] God damn, the shit is real, the street is real I feel you, G, you hustle to pay the bills Where I'm from, nigga talk tough and get killed Where I'm from, life ain't sweet If you don't get your hustle on all night, you don't eat Or you'll get, mosquito bite, cuz you eat off life Got to live it day to day without the water or the light The shit ain't right, why the fuck brothers gotta fight [Chi-King] Don't make me resort to violence, God's lambs can't be silenced I walk with knowledge, savage niggas better pay homage Big up to Leggezin, Chi-King, unload a rifle Two thousand miles, through your heart squeeze, reach out your bible See God forgive me, cuz these niggas is plain shifty And we can bark it out, on how they doing a buck fifty My wrath comes from Heaven, God is bucking with me I'm Brooklyn's finest, so don't try to undermine us Fuck you majors, niggas the streets already signed us [Prodigal Sunn] Born in the city of thieves, Sunny swore on the leash Or on my seed about the devil, in this trickerish greed My word, proceed through every color, race and creed Drop jewels in your face, like the smoke from the weed Caught up in yourself, just remember, blood, you bleed I'm all about the house with the deed, hammer with the tree No insanity, wine in the canapy, can it be?