Yo
[Ez Mil]
I am at the end of my own wits
I'm 'bout to make another trend you'll follow
Bitch, so swallow this
Then give it to the next fiend, I won't snitch
My pockets lit from robbin' bitches
Of they innocence, just after
They pop my shit like hollow tips
I'm gonna get to riddlin' Glocks and blicks
Like Pac v. Big, Nas v. Jig
I won't leave the ring 'til I knock yo' wig (Fah-bow-bow-bow)
Check, two-one, gotta keep your guard up
Feel it in your fists 'fore you box him in
Clock in ten, then spot one swing
Then shimmy to the left and dodge it, then
He gon' wake up and say, "What happened?"
"Homie did a step then got yo chin"
[Ez Mil]
Boy, I'm fed up
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get him
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
[Ez Mil]
In a predicament, thinkin' of how
I'll get into griddin' 'em out
I'm feelin it now, red is the pigment
Spillin' a little bit out of my brow
See through the cloud, I'm whippin' ya ligaments
With or without an arena
Your posse gon' dip in and out
I'll make 'em all see how you bow down
Knowin' you can't land no hits, sack o' shit
Lemme teach you 'bout scrappin', bitch
Don't go thinkin' you can fuck my guard up
When you don't even telegraph no flicks
Jab and switch yo' hands, don't miss
One step or you gon' feel the wrath of ten
Simultaneous punches aimed with one
'Til ya skully gon' crack again
[Ez Mil]
Boy, I'm fed up
I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
I won't let up
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
[Ez Mil]
And I'ma get 'em
Oh Lord, die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em
They can die tryin'
I'ma get 'em
Oh Lord, die tryin'
No, I won't let 'em
They can die tryin'
[Ez Mil]
Fuck it, I'm not suprised
If you couldn't make it to round three
The fight that I'm fightin' is more than myself, little homie
Don't make it about me
'Cause the wars being fought in this world with its soldiers
Don't give a fuck about ouchies
So if one gets caught by a .308, motherfuckers
Like, I go like, "How about me?"
Put me in that shit, get them hit
They don't know my mental switch that quick
Push my comrade's carcass
Take his seat, don't worry, I'll change that clip
Kiss my fingers, put 'em on the handle
Aim it down that fake-ass bitch
.50 BMG
I'ma get 'em all split, ain't savin' shit
[Ez Mil]
'Cause, man, I'm fed up
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
'Cause, man, I'm fed up
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
Yeah, I'ma get 'em
I won't let up (Won't let up)
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
'Til my body won't let me
[Ez Mil]
I'ma get 'em, die tryin'
I won't let up
I won't let up
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