Over Your Head
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Ain't nobody in the party that's afraid of the dark
Shell shocked, waitin' on Asia to start
Break down, break bread, let it go to your head
If you feel you over the ledge, then don't be scared
It's just a small thing baby girl, don't be scared
Come on now, you a soldier right, don't be scared
You know I'm in it over your head, but don't be scared
Tryin' to say my man didn't, when you know he did
I'm gettin' mine, but I'm fin' to get mo'
Smooth pimp brother who the bitches check for
Off top everyday I'm still spittin' that dough
Hit you like weed, the coke, and cigarette smoke
Bring your clown ass round here, and tell your best joke
That'll be the best way for you to get your neck broke
By them top shot niggas that's puffin' asbestos
Planet Asia from the motherfuckin' West coast
It's West coast nigga, on blast from the 5-5-9 on task
I put it down, put the town on smash
Who wan' clash, my hustlers in the field for the cash
Ladies of leisure hoppin' out of cabs
Dope poppin' out of bags, folk droppin' out of class
My shine, got the haters still talkin' out they ass at times
Be on the grind at the parks and on the ave for mines
At the bottom in a bucket full of crabs
Y'all in the way, niggas still fuckin' up the path, for real
And got my little man's future lookin' bad, it's ill
Y'all smack DVD niggas ain't real at all
'Cause real killers keep they hammers concealed
It's like win, lose, or draw when reality spills
Battle and chill, I leave you wit' your cavities filled
And you could never understand how his majesty feels
'Cause it's way beyond hours and deals
It's big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin' you cowards right up out of your shield
Now follow the drill, I'm Marcus like Emeryville
Fuckin' wit' A's, y'all niggas must be swallowin' pills, for real
Ain't nobody in the party that's afraid of the dark
Shell shocked, waitin' on Asia to start
Break down, break bread, let it go to your head
If you feel you over the ledge, then don't be scared
It's just a small thing baby girl, don't be scared
Come on now, you a soldier right, don't be scared
You know I'm in it over your head, but don't be scared
Tryin' to say my man didn't, when you know he did
I used to be broke, but now I'm gettin' dough
The Asiatic poet with the fortified flow
On sight I'm nothin' polite, but y'all already know
Hit you like 38's, 45's and 44's
Bring your clown ass round here, and bring your best folk
That'll be the easiest way, to get your ass smoked
By the block hitters with chops from Philly to the No'
Black Thought, he from the motherfuckin' East coast
Where cops don't really go and ain't no shootin' videos
My block, the main strip, in the city of the No'
Where the killers aim clips and kick it with silly hoes
Quick to set your ass up, for a little bit of dough
It's the well protected, smooth caramel complected
The fragrance of a pharaoh's essence, executive directed
A bold message from the old testament selected
Another classic out of Gold Chain Records
Ain't nobody in the party that's afraid of the dark
Shell shocked, waitin' on Asia to start
Break down, break bread, let it go to your head
If you feel you over the ledge, then don't be scared
It's just a small thing baby girl, don't be scared
Come on now, you a soldier right, don't be scared
You know I'm in it over your head, but don't be scared
Tryin' to say my man didn't, when you know he did