Artist: Hawk & Kryme Album: Exit 13 Song: Ol' Glory Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Kryme Life] Ayo Gooch good lookin baby, Word up This is T.M.F. man, Straight up Halloween darkness Kryme Life, No Smiles, Trife Da God [Kryme Life] What the deal is, One of the realest on the front line I know these crab cake niggas wanna bump Kryme What, We can bang make any time crunch time Pull out and dump mine, You light in the ass Keep frontin I'ma light up your Ave Nigga took off runnin must of thought he was flash Throw a thunder bolt, Injured his calve Now his teammates surrenderin fast In the booth my adrenaline blasts I'ma cremate niggas to ash, Get my feast on Clean plates, Beast on, Beat breaks, Beef cakes Slabs of twenties but we keep shakes For them fiends with short money and them cheap skates And steady fuckin up my route, Weight heavy Hustle up my clout, Do you dirty like a nigga from the South You talk a lot hope your gun bigger then your mouth Special delivery send fifty niggas to your house [Chorus 2X: Kryme Life, (Tommy Whispers)] Believe me when it's on I'ma smash the mic (It's top dogs in here) So come flash your stripes (New York) Staten Island gonna bring it back right Niggas can talk but they aint half as nice [Kryme Life] I'm tellin you now it aint enough room, I'ma touch soon And I aint been the same ever since we lost Spoon That time I found myself sittin in the dark room Turn up the beat, Start throwin harpoons This is real life, Yeah not a cartoon You only get one try there aint no part two My family, My music, I dedicate my heart to The struggle, The hustle reflected in my art It's the grief and the streets that made me colder But the thirst to achieve just made me a soldier Ride with ambition, Dead niggas with live ammunition Bless listeners with lines in my scriptures Get my inspiration from tuff luck Hard times and I'm still shinnin Cause under all the pressure is a diamond It's on I'ma smash the mic, (T.M.F. man, We here man) Yeah straight off the balcony [Chorus] [Kryme Life] Yeah I'm showin no mercy in verse three Shit fly, Kids die over turf beef In the game get fame off controversy Spit flame, Live my name out on a journey I'm here to stay for a while I aint leavin early If I stick to my grind I'ma eat for surely When we run up in the studio it's with fury Jack a nigga for his be fast like jewelry The pitch, The flow, Sick with it they can't cure me The gift, The glow, And the message is sent purely How long these rich niggas think they can ignore me I'm anticipated in the street look for me Want my fam situated, Fuck livin poorly Just a nigga tryna make it that's my story No pain no gain, No guts no glory, We goin in on niggas [Chorus]