Artist: Leathafase Album: Dog Will Hunt Song: What Is it Worth Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Leathafase] Hillside, Stone Gang, Face Leather. [Chorus 2X: Leathafase] Life what is it worth, To push you into the Earth I let your arteries squirt, A little blood on my shirt Don't worry this won't hurt, Soon as the nine mil jerk I'll blow the back of your brains, Bury you under the dirt [Leathafase] I post choke'n the glock, Plus I'm holding a rock Dog I'm falling on the block and it's crawling with cops My niggas love me a lot and tell me dead on the spot That they'll jump in front of the bullet, Before I get shot My heart is boiling hot, So I'ma do it the same Run up on you like the narcs and push two in your brain It's all Kool and the Gang, Son I'm doing my thing You try to ruin my dream I'll make you a permanent stain As I burn em into flames worse then Puffy in the ad-libs A pistol grip shotgun is known to crack ribs Mad kids running in the park, I'll unfasten your wigs And give em nightmares for years to come, You dig Taking a swig of Remy Martin straight in a plastic cup Short fuse lit, I wild out til your plastered up That's what up, A complex plan of attack Causes my goons to move in synchronized killing packs Spray off heavy artillery, My frame's still intact And baby my dick is a dog, In the bed killing cats Brraaatt, She likes it like that, She could never refuse The essence of this thug's passion, Making her juice ooze Now I ate the pussy once, But don't get it confused That was the Mother of my son, Before she got used I refuse but rapidly learn the rules of the G code Never explode, Just brush'n off the shoulders like so Then I was told, Never turn a hoe into a house wife But yo, I think I turned a house wife into a hoe Here we go, Another episode, The wild world of Leathafase Deep throat the nine and tell me how the Beretta taste A cold case file, Is now an unsolved mystery Turn a rapper into a dead rapper and make him history It's the consistency of the baking soda and base That got me saying you aint shit with my gun in your face Make no mistakes son I'm real hard, What is you a retard My God squad would transform and start the holy jihad I arise flames, Liquid lead raining Sick with the dead aim when I'm military campaigning on you [Chorus 2X]