The Essence Songtext / Lyric

AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry)

Kiss of Death mother fucker. (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)

Definetley the strongest shit on the shelf

Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)

Listen the thugs need it, hoes gon use it

Me im just a young nigga that make old music

Uh, shit is real I put the inf on the 4

Keep it wit me cause possessions 9/10ths of the law

Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can

Even had a daughter born outta sin

Nigga I make pain cinematic

I spit dope and you been a addict

Treat beef like jail, summertime somthin' big with the scope under the

Winter jacket

I use the winter tactics and I know you tryin to play the role, but bullets

The wrong shit to interact wit

I hurt the game, hurt ravines

Soon as you murk somthin' these niggas'll churp Janine

Yeah let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle

Move a novel and the wall spin counter clock wise

Might as well go on, go and see papi

Cause niggas only know three words "He shot me" (Uh)

Thats why I be eyein 'em down

No dap, no rap cause these niggas be wired for sound

But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montaga

Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later

Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo

Remember this "Calmate", "que te calmo" mutha-fuckas. What!

"Calamate" "que te calmo"

Know what that mean huh? Calm down... before I calm you down!



I don't wanna talk much

You gettin hawked up and chopped up

Two guns up on your tour bus

Heard you got the cops wichu

Thats a goddamn shame to talk on your album, I thought you had a block wichu?

Couple niggas to pop wichu? You full of shit!

And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wichu

Waiting for a nigga... wit a mouth like you

When they said you was the hottest thing man out yo crew

I'm the hardest in New York City

Think not I got a Glock, Sheek Loch style, you walk wit me

You bitch niggas will die leery

I keep the 9 in the five series

Why don't you come work a nine to five wit me

See the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled

I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too

Hop up and put a clip in your mug

Hate is different than love, it spread faster, is you gettin me cuz?

Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave

Everybody get it now, fuck it, its a different day

And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say

Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away

Prepared for the war, anxious to kill

Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill

I ain't give a fuck

Then on now, when all how, how many niggas die? That depend on Styles

And my nephew Alchemist



Hey, yo I ain't seen nothing yet

Niggas all threat, pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet

What up killer? Nigga please

Stop frontin' you dont need to save the whole 5 g's

My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either

I don't need it I just copped a house on a Visa

And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser

Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer

Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a... problem

I take out blackheads like a tweezer

We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you

We don't need to dump lead on you homie, you either in or you out of it

Cause I got a son now and you fuckin up a lot of shit I gotta get

And I hate for this to get out of hand

To have to give it to a nigga I played wit in the sand

Shit the westcoast barely know the name of our band

That's why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan

Aight, I kno you got mad cake okay nigga EH!

Sheek don't give a fuck

I let my gut hang, you one day away from lipo and a face tuck

This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock

Yo, I'm fucked up man! P pass that blunt, Yo busy where my yak at son, fuck

That I'm outta here

Let's Go (Let's go, let's go)



(R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch))