This Is What It Comes Too

I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is cornered Why did you think you could step over me I'm too enormous Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this Low threat hasa I don't make those Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you that's a case closed Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll Hoes I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings I'm on some old goldie shit chillin' Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs Line for line I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana When the spike hit it'll make flatline, period One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious Shank docor with choppers raining on ya militants Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealing shit This what it comes to, wiling like the west And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oil don't it jam But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, willin' like the west And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oil don't it jam But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you shoot Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan Take trips in and out of the country Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment This what it comes to, willin' like the west And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oil don't it jam But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, willin' like the west And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oil don't it jam But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare --- This Is What It Comes Too - Raekwon