Son Get Wrec - Black Moon

This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert, yo

Reals grab the nine, cause it’s time to go to work

Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'em, then I just split 'em

Best to believe that’s the way you should’ve did him

Backing niggas down with the heat, feel the flame

Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain

I don’t give a fuck, I never did, I never will

A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill

Which to the point, I will extend the trey pound

Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound

Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew

Chillin' in the east as I sip on a brew

Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master

An individual who blows up because I have to

Bust mad shots, it’s time for me to misbehave

Whoever doesn’t like it we can take it to the grave

SON GET WREC

SON GET WREC

SON GET WREC

It’s time for you to represent

I’m a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight

They tried to flex on the Five now they lives is at fate

They didn’t think I had enough heart to set off the spark

I’m a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark

My eyes are bloodshot red

All the hell I feel has set the stage

In my kingdom

And not your rule in every state

The war has begun

I’m about just blow, so pass the hand grenade

It’s time to let you know

My feats, too deep, don’t sleep, plus they real

Three slugs through your grill

The pain you will feel

Rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama

You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

It’s time for you to represent

Spread your wings and prepare to meet your maker

Fucking with the Five, I’m like your average life taker

Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn

Where niggas lose they life and they get their shit tooken

Guilters run it all, don’t even try to riff

Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated fifth

Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table

Went home, puffed the herbs and watched a little cable

Just layin' back, thinking of the things I do

Throw on my Timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew

Well my man Dru, told him to meet me at the spot

'Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot

Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit

Put her in a coma, now she’s three months pregnant

Damn it’s so real in the heart of Bucktown

Make a nigga think before he dare fuck around

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

It’s time for you to represent