LYRIC

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This
is a warning I advise you all to stay alert Yo
Reals grab the nine cause it's time to go to work Ask
Dee rest, the rhythm I, hit 'me then, I just split 'em Besta
believe that's the way you should've did him Backing
niggaz down with the heat feel, the flame Ripping
through your flesh can, you handle the pain I
don't give a fuck I, never did I, never will A
little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill Which
to the point I will extend the trey pound Nobody
makes a move nobody, makes a sound Catch
mad wreck raise, hell with my crew Chilling
in the east as I sip on a brew Drugs
no frills cause the dutch is the master An
individual who blows up because I have to Bust
mad shots it's, time for me to misbehave Whoever
doesn't like it we can take it to the grave (Chorus

4x) SON
GET WREC SON
GET WREC SON
GET WREC It's
time for you to represent (Verse)

I'm
a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight They
tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate They
didn't think I had enough heart to set off the spark I'm
a shorty getting naughty getting I'll after dark My
eyes are bloodshot red All
the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom And
not your rule in every state the, war as begun I'm
about just blow so, pass the hand grenade It's
time to let you know my freaks do deeds though, Plus
they will three, slugs through your grill The
pain you will feel rippin', wrecking, causing, mad drama You
acted like you want it now, you crippled like your momma (Chorus

4x) SON
GET WRECK SON
GET WRECK SON
GET WRECK It's
time for you to represent (Verse)

Spread
your wind and prepare to meet your maker Fucking
with the five I'm, like the average night taker Deaths
in the street in, the borough known as Brooklyn Where
niggaz lose they life and they get their shit tooken Guilters
run it all don't, even try to riff Shoved
down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th Shoot
out his brains left, them on the dinner table Went
home got, the urge to watch a little cable Just
lay your back and, think about the things that I do Throw
on my timberlands grabbed, my crooked eye brew Well
my man Due told, me to met him at the spot Cause
things is getting hot too, many bodies in the lot Just
the other day they raped a girl in the exit Put
her in the dorm now, she three months pregnant Damn
it's so real in the heart of buck town He'd
better think before he dare to fuck around (Chorus

4x) SON
GET WRECK SON
GET WRECK SON
GET WRECK It's
time for you to represent

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