Teflon

Ask ya self
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?

Ask ya self if you ready for drama
With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama
You fucking with the best
(First, ask ya self if you ready for Krumb Snatch)
Then ask you self if you ready for Tef

And if you ready for death, pull all the steps out
I'ma make the glocks sound
(Nigga we got it locked out)
(Y'all niggas is popped out)
We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti
(All city)
(And this here, what we call gritty)

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston
Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out

By accident, we do some shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again
Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a hole
In the speaker then pull the plug, we walking out

Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?
The hardcore

Now ask ya self, do you can keep run faster
Than this bullet can chamber?
(Son, you in danger)
We hit off heavy metal to settle to be frequently
And that's all me
(Nigga)

Thinking you can talk sideways from the sound woofer
No prove of action
(My whole team laughing)
And ask ya self, do you think we got the time
For you tucking-truck rhymes?
(Bitch, hell no)

We put wigs on fire like Michael mean Pepsi
(Cats blowing like a lesbie)
Testing me and Tef is like me and you laugh
And we'll announce a breath from holy you nnothing
That's def

Listen, nigga, we don't doubt you
Simply we don't give a fuck about you
Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin without you
You fucking with real niggaz, feel niggaz
Walking through the house and kill niggaz
(Hardcore)
Bitch, nigga

Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?

Na, na, na, fuck that
Don't hold me back Tef
Na, na, lemme go, lemme go
Fuck these niggaz
Naw, they don't know, hold up dog
Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up

Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went about it wrong
Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a song
I'm a let niggaz know, they got it confused
You got gats and bats we get those too

Semi's and macks cocked and aimed at you
Bloodthirsty, star what the worst be
No mercy, we god and bang hard with any squad or mobb
Coming forty niggaz like a jail yard

Blood on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out
Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the mouth
You niggaz want a concrete rebel
Pulling out busting like war in the jungle

Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the tunnel
Most humble, we send shots when we come through
Get praised but still blaze in the battle
The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle

I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons

Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting
Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money rhyming
Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat
Label most dangerous, police lay and watch me

Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting
We come through thumping, pulling out dumping
Tangle with your best entourage

We coming in yards to face off with any yards
Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun
Whistling throughout the air, just to mock one
Blood for your socks son

Is you ready for the hardcore
The hardcore
And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions
I got strict orders to clap you

(feat. Teflon)

A lot of niggaz talkin reckless
But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is
Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now
A lot of reckless talk out there
I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact
My whole Family in tact
My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!)

[Teflon]
Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper?
Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up?
You in deep but, it's too late to back out
And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die
But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em
You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him
And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin
Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard
If only he can go backwards, to the days
And change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face
Stole packages, from nigga's place of business
When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him
And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home
From state prison niggaz came and hit him

[Chorus]
(Suicide, it's a suicide)
When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause
(Suicide, it's a suicide)
Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid
(Suicide) Right or left, choose a side
Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen)
What's your next step? I'll let you decide
(Suicide... Marxmen)

[Teflon]
Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on
Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong
At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song
And if the price was right she might come with him home
She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah
Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm
Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm
Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn
She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her
She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con
All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it
She came home and gave homes the virus
She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife
And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice
Now he ready to snuff out her life
Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right

[Chorus]

[Teflon]
They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot
After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock
They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks
All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix
Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house
Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts
They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing
Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing
That's what they think, all along they all was wrong
It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin
Every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin
Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin
And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin
When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in
Now what they wanna know is who put the call in
Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans

(Marxmen!)