Yeah   Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx   Home of corrupt cops   Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back      Even if they don't fake jax   Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest motherfuckers   In this whole rap game   Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know      You look, I look, you invite it, I took   I forever wearin' it, you know stone cold crook   What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?   It's life and death, choose live or die      Ultimates who made 'em, why do we even exist?   When we die, is there Heaven or is it total blackness?   For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all felt   We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt      There's mad tension in the air   (Mad tension in the air)   Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack   Eject the Czech from the glove compartment   Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson   It's dangerous business      Opposites, these strangers be bendin' opposites   So put your face in mine, best brace your spine   'Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine   My impact so fat, you feel your vertebrates grind      Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind   When my slugs connect and strike your major arteries   When my fists connect, they causin' major injuries   What you know Junior? You not evil      The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit   I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it   Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines   Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with that ill type rhyme      Yo, I 'cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'   My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid   I blast a pig and slit his throat just for [unverified] L   My skills, puffin' boom in Hell   (Undecipherable)      I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away   Then snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun away   Me and my brothers play hardball   Strictly hardcore, lyrics 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws      My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' high then buddhaed   So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid   The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids   I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge      There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls   Just load the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers   Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt   To finish up, punchin' body blows and uppercuts      The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit   I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it   Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines   Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill type rhyme      Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed bandit   Well I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents   Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order   Got kicked out my church      'Cause I got caught fuckin' my preacher's daughter   Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.   You best run son, I'm sendin' emcees up shit's creek   So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York streets      Like I'm a big fat dick, whack emcees is ass-cheeks   Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids   Take 'em home, fuck 'em good   Then send 'em back to you in bandages      You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street and still keep   The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast   So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play   If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.      Yeah, that's my motherfuckin' crew   Straight out the South Bronx   The livest motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx   Keepin' in realer, my motherfuckin' nigga Keith Nut      Armageddon, the Reddin   My nigga Big Dog Punisher   Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp   All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah      Watch your motherfuckin' back   Blow out the back of your domepiece   D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker