Artist: Joe Mafia f/ Dark Sunz, Rashaad Album: This One Song: Outro Typed by: Cno Evil [The Nucleus] What goes around comes around, Dark Sunz, got ya'll retreating We do or die, ready for war, for four seasons Winter, spring, summer or fall, we stay rocking So even when it's cold outside, we stay plotting We used to stay inside if it's hot, to save oxygen Or find yourself stuck with a case to page Cochran It's a war going on outside, the shell shocking When Joe Maf' shit come out, your sales dropping I spit 16, it's hot, son, regardless Similar to flames you find behind a comet Many try but can't succeed, what I accomplish Atomic bomb it, cock back with fire arm shit It's like that, I guess some things'll never change Like, leaving ya'll niggas behind like Eddie Kane Plus the weather forecast calls for heavy rain So when you see my click, better tuck ya metal chains It's like that... it's like that [Black Bomber] Lifestyles of the rich and shameless, cock back five now Too mossbergs to ya chest, nappy nappy nappy nappy Always knows best, when I grab the microphone There's no bars left, when I hits the interstate I'm 58 West Bound, I'm Diamond, even when I'm shining Niggas don't really know, dough snatching Mr. Click Trife told me nigga yo, flip that old nappy shit Mafia, Myalan', Napoleon, we holding it Livewire, DSC, Dark Sun, we owning this Town, fuck your keys, we pick locks We livewire, face the fury, forces get shock, hah [Rashaad] This draft fusion, off the nitrogen drop While your megas hot, got ya'll trynna cop a loaders with no top Smoking all, with they car locked Figure what they call cops, will split your pea She holding my d, hit the clutch, chick pop Lady blew out the cops, I'm in the club grinding the dark Watchin the thugs, drug dealers in the VA knocks Know to see me, from these bright all sparks I'm part of the art, number one on the charts They saying I'm the best, but I was slung to the top Yeah I'm taking this beyond slinging them rocks Hoping this pop when I drop with this chicks that I rock, pry money, I saw Too many MC's gradually ark, you know the rappers who flop So I spill a legible plot, kick your hot From a cold spot in my heart, lady shaking it Keep 'em apart, feel through knot The Source gotta give my props, my props [Joe Mafia] Mellow dram', from mellow dons, embezzle firearms Megatron three fifty seven Megatron Spread it out like Grey Poupon, three alarm blaze, you get slashed With no reception, God, you half steppin', huh? Concealed weapon felon war star, back against the wall For my lifers and my deceased niggas, fuck peace I'm meeting sweet niggas, touch and fuck 'em Hustling reefers, since the tender age of 10, been off the deep end Straight shots of crime, boiling the singles, in the ballpen every weekend Front and shining, I ain't speaking, ice grill it down We can go round for round, in my hometown The gold town, it don't matter blocks or coliseums Rock and glide slingers, I'm lethal Ghetto syringe got 'em OD'ing, stuck on the run eating Ya'll keep 'em high reaching, sagas of King Stephen Maf' do 'em dirty like James Worthy, your crash boss Merciless, trash and stop, drop your net worth in this You get merked for this, in closed curtains bitten by the serpent...