Street Veteran Lyrics - Brutality, Part 1 - Necro

f/ Mr. Hyde 

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[Mr. Hyde] 

Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit 

Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split 

Niggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster 

You might be type quick but son my bullets run faster 

Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot 

Try to plug up the holes, while blood is gushing alot 

Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two, 

Now I'm set to stab a dude, turn him into maggot food 

Jack in a magazine, kid I'll be done with it quick 

Watch me empty out clips like a son of a bitch. 

No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth 

Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt 

I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her 

And if her man riffs, I got the louisville slugger 

Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face 

Little pieces of ya skull's all over the place 

Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a target 

Open up ya mouth son I'll use my fist to clog it. 

Dead up for real, you better get up ya shield 

Cause when I set up to to peel shots you'll be wet as a seal. 

Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs 

Prone to burst slugs, like Stalone in First blood! 

[Necro] 

We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipes 

Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite 

You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris 

Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin explorers 

Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects 

Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyers 

Punches to ya head in bunches 

Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges 

Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches 

Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges 

Coughin up a lung of blood cells 

All you super guys will get pulverized 

When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise 

Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper 

Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries 

Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps 

Fought with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat 

Fuck breaking through floor boards, we're war lords 

And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin 

Aint no fear here 

A man steps we shreddin him 

Veteran, ya gear we reddining 

When the glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the sediment 

[Mr. Hyde] 

A flurry shots, will shank you like triceratops 

Leave you wet like when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill 

Its foul like little babies licking cock 

You disgust me, like old ladies with chicken pocks 

Equal rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to fight her, 

Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider 

Wish master, pulling out my bitch blaster 

Your dead and I'm breathing cause I empty clips faster 

Thugin it out, my click is obnoxious 

We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets 

Blast teks directly through you Avrirex, 

Peirce flesh and bone Earth worms bless ya dome. 

I'm dipped in fatigues and steel combat boots 

Aim for your front tooth and co stomp that loose! 

Cold merciless , hookers flirt wit this, 

Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch 

And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back 

Its hyde hollow tips vs. your blanks and caps 

unlucky kids that fought me already know, 

Cause I left their bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole. 

Aye yo You steppin to us without a weapon to bust, 

We'll jack you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus! 

[Necro] 

You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit 

Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it 

We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs 

To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough 

You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant 

Like eating the brain of pheasant 

Destroy you like crack cocaine resin 

Bring it to you like armored horseman 

Like a trauma abortion 

This is benly drama endorsment 

Smashing you like the arms of four men 

A supporter of gore enforcement 

Cock, brain splattered on floor cement 

Seeing cattle killed is similair to men dying 

On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not lying 

You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishin 

Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism 

Holmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone 

Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice 

Enter the prize ring know as the streets 

A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat 

[Chorus]