Its on You

Chorus (with EPMD samples):
On you ('Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash')
On you ('Mad and stuff because they dont have cash')
On you ( 'When I roll and stroll ???? always pack a tool')
On you ('Just in case, a brother acts a fool') [CL Smooth]
Its death before dishonor, strap the vest down tight when you bring the drama
Now raise up off mine, and taste it in the raw
Before snipers on the floor galore, in my hardware store
Nightmares of thirsty crooks, niggas all acting fishy working off the books
Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed robbery
And provoke every last one gets smoked
No doubt for real its like wildlife
Where thugs forever pull caps and always keep a knife
Cause on the strip warefares inevitable, hot steels incredible
And its a pride the revolution wont be televised
As I supply and demand, as
I build my currency to expand, call it progress
When I bless my territory all respect due
But can niggas keep it real?
Its on you
Chorus Step into the dragons lair, where
CLs the don and
Petes the creator
Now praise the most high and represent the best
Cause the number one killer of black men is stress
The armed and dangerous, the bulletproof
Couldnt stop the homicide of another youth
Penetrating your body parts with hollow point shells , you fraud
Cause vengence is mine said the
Lord, indeed
My own click now truns greedy
Out of twelve of my soldiers, one will decieve me
With salt in the game, shame the family and push
My black ass straight into a terrifying ambush
The whole empires at stake
Mastering the streets, devil the mental wont break and turn snake
For Petes sake you gotta be true to the crew
So if niggas want to set it, its on you
Chorus Capture the beast within me, beware when its moving deep in
New York City
The diabolical gangster chronicle mob scenes in all directions
The type of connections to get your wig split
Submit the wanted signs posted, chickens spots for major knots you get toasted
To the head piece,
I release firepower, only
Im controlling
We put in work and got the right brothers rolling
When hell kicks off we lick off
Keeping mine hard like stone from the red zone, to each his own
Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash
But my pockets hit empty and my
Lexus crashed but not in your wildest dreams
Hear my name in all the scandals and all the schemes,
I rest in
Queens The
Veronvilles my capital, so memorize the cuts
Then give you two more seconds to get off these nuts, its on you
Chorus *song fades out and a freestyle session fades in* [Pete Rock]
Check it,
Grap Luva, if youre in the house
Just get on the mic and show em what its all about [Grap Luva]
Its all about the wicked check one two
Cause I rips a microphone and pass it to my crew
I dont drink no brew,
I smoke nuff spliffs,
I donthave no riffs
So check me as
I shoot the gift
Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes
Off top of the dome every time
Im glad this shit is going on tape
So I can escape into the beat and make nuff papes
Word to God, kicking nuff freestyle rhymes *fades out*