In The Field - Merkules, Uncle Murda

You’ll see blood across the pavement

When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot

You’ll see blood across the pavement

We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no

Fuck rap, I know how it feel to kill a man

These niggas don’t be in the field, they be on Instagram

These streets' is a full-time job, we don’t take nights off

We be pullin' heat out on niggas, takin' they ice off

Niggas stay shootin' at me, but they’ll never clap me

All my ops is pussy, where the diamonds from dead daddy?

Don’t let shots, head shots, we merkin' you nigga

Mike’ll smack your mother for birthin' you nigga

It was cheap to get him killed, it cost a Louis belt

That strap he had on his waist ain’t do him no help

Who gon' raise your kids with that being said nigga?

You ain’t no deadbeat, you just dead nigga

Dead 'cause you was beefin' with the wrong one

Your girl pregnant?

You ain’t get to meet your newborn son

Now he gon' grow up in the trap nigga

That lil nigga might be pumpin' my packs nigga

Might make him go shoot something for Merkules

He feelin' himself now, he think he Hercules

You’ll see blood across the pavement

When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot

You’ll see blood across the pavement

We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no

Just got a call from Uncle Murda, we gon' fuckin' turn up

And we ain’t talkin' pocket rockets when we tuck the burner

You hit with enough shells to fill a bowl of macaroni

Bitch, I’m married to his music screaming «Holy matrimony!»

There ain’t no one swaggin' on me, I’m the flyest of the century

They pussy, they won’t look into the eyes of all they enemies

On a bench with a stick on me, like I just got a penalty

They know I got the sauce, that’s why they tryin' to get the recipe

These uppercuts can fuck you up, they might affect your memory

Murda got a brand new burner, she named Penelope

They won’t tell it to my face, they know my resume is straight

Never ran, never ratted, this is Planet of the Apes

Too smooth with it, I ain’t even had to catch a case

Graduated from the game with straight A’s in first place

So much ice around my wrist, you think it’s forty below

I’m good in Brooklyn like I’m homies with hope, you already know

Yo, someone grab another bottle, it’s a celebration right now motherfuckers.

Woo!

Let’s go!

You’ll see blood across the pavement

When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot

You’ll see blood across the pavement

We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap

You’ll see blood across the pavement

Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no