Kausion - Gonzoe, C-Mob, C.Ray

Anybody in it for the money and the fame will forever be a slave to the coffin

But we go hard to the finish, in the jaws like a dentist, if they got some shit

to say it’ll cost 'em

Pull ya card for the fuckery, we can start with the cutlery, might have to take

ya brain from ya noggin

You’ll never see the light of day if you cross 'em, then you better proceed

with caution, whoa-oh

You can tell I might blast, proceed like you see them yellow lights flash

I can hit a fella quite fast, been a monster from the jump like Killa Mike’s

past

And I pledge allegiance to the grind, independently without a need that I get

signed

Frequently I climb, like a beacon I can shine, if I’m seeking I can find,

please believe that I can mine

Proceed with caution, no need for talking, you don’t wanna catch that fade by

my homies who bossing, they blow trees with no seeds be ODing often,

you know me, my flow’s G from slow speed to chopping

And we’ll still paint ya blood across canvas, caution, like it’s South Central

Los Scandalous, make sure you’re 10 toes touch ground, if they don’t you should

slow the fuck down, so you better take caution

Show no remorse, tie ya head to my horse, attack like the point of attack,

leave whoever divorced, call the reverend, we sever the irrelevant whores,

no disrespect but fuck a check come for ya neck and absorb

They don' slept on the Force, till they Force don' awakened, we don’t peck on

the doors, we kick 'em in and give chase, but them niggas exit of course,

we let 'em run for that haven till every breath is a chore

You see it’s all for the taking as liquor exits my pores and chronic enters my

lungs, I clear my mind for my kids, and try my best to be fun, I got no time to

be stressed but I gotta check for my funds, unlike those individuals who gave

no effort and won, this game is cold as can be, don’t speak just go for the

guns, and throw ya guts in the garbage, like they opened a blunt,

unless you rolling with us, don’t try to come from the mouth, give a fuck

what it’s bout, head to the duffel and bounce, brain

Yeah, money is the motive, the quota is in the billions, the plan is to the

building, the suckers’ll never feel us, this something like, the bullet that

killed Quillish a brain hemorrhage, the same nigga regime life screaming

strange business, they bang with us banana clips out the Range window,

dismantle niggas with the candle like a train hit you, the thick flick of ya

wig down to ya knick-inkers, you bitch nigga we different I’m on my sixth digit,

listen, here’s a salute to the coalition, who coincide with the killas

bringing us more living, it’s more life we fore fright with no permission,

I throw a clip through ya car, nigga we so malicious, sober living I’m pouring

liquor is more killing, ya whole team is cremated, god-willing, the cremator,

my team made it, extreme paper, niggas they dumb hated you can see the beam

razors, bitch