VIRTUOSO - Slicin' Your Wrists lyrics

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[Hook: scratching of the lines]

"Anyone!"

"Act out and probably get a bruise"

"Step out of place, they get slap in they face"

[x3]

[Verse 1]

The date was approximately October 17th

Just finished my four forty and sparked my eleventh beef

I sit on the Charles river the temperature falls I shiver

Wid a false sense of mind from bottles that scarred my liver

So we rally troops, and roll to Harvard Square in browsy groups

Thinkin' shall we scoop girls wid booties as ripe as Cali fruit

We get there, one of the best pair of fellas I know

Bat & One scat to gone to unborn pain

To drain the lizard see this dame exquisite

Now peep my game I hit it later right now

My crew pushin' through, lookin' like somethin' major's happenin'

Seein' how they be, wid One in back of 'em

They told me that some kids up in the bathroom was harrassin' em

Spotted em and went after them, and when we catchin' em

We tappin' them on the shoulder and then my soldiers are askin' em

Were they talkin' thrash they said no and started walking fast

Knocked his ass flat on the ground he got his nostril slashed

And left one cat standin' so my man turned around and back

handed not lookin' I heard the smack landin'

And then we step from the scene thinkin' we extra mean

Next we see the cats we beefed wid, come back wid extra team

[Hook]

In life there's many situations

Which can lead to confrontation

Take the time for contemplation

Try to end it with a conversation

Cause the complications which evolve

Get you torn without the need to spit revolver shells

Miguel remembers back when I was young

We would fight wid our fist

And now these kids'll crack ya lung

Wid a pipe or a brick

And all the sons pack a gun

will take ya life wid a clip

So no gettin' in a fight is like slicin' ya wrists

[Verse 2]

They came back with a football team to be exact

The one was so tall that I could barely see the cat

He squared up he said hit me and see what happens

An open invite to fight boy you better believe I'm scrappin'

So I wound up, and then I gave his face a pound what

He on the ground completed because his beef was ground up

I turned around ducked a sucka punch I'm about to knuckle up

When one junior snuck in an uppercut

And G came flyin' wid dreadlocks, threw him in a headlock

Kicked his lips 'til they bigger than a breadbox

Soon they called in the riot squad

they tryin' hard to break it up

Kids punchin' pigs leavin' they bacon cut

They shakin' up they cans of pepper mace

Once cop wet my face two boys grabbed me we had to jet the place

My boy One got caught you know he's lyin'

He's like Sir, I was just passing through

When punches started flyin'

Washin' my eyes in the sink they burnin' and pink

To think, I almost spent a night in the clink

And then I paged my crew told 'em meet me at the crib

Y'all know where the pad at kid

We bout to smoke a fat ass blizz

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

And yo, we got home not more than bout four

Mattresses laid out on the floor like savages

we crashed the backdoor

My man asked for a bandage cause his hand was hurtin'

And his shirt and elbow rip

heads told me the big fellow hit wit my fist

Son he had a seizure in the pit

When spit dripped out his lip

We kicked the shit out his click

And not one of us got arrested

While half the fools we dusted in the duel

They holdin' in the cooler clutchin' swollen medullas

When we rolled into the school the next day

I heard my friends say damn son you served they ass a proper chunk

They tried to play you but you got the punks

I told 'em that's right

boy we the click it ain't no stoppin' us

But that was back in the days

Now these bitch ass, actors will blaze

They roll packin' a guage

So the moral's don't fight

I won't front it was a dope night

But when involved wid violence ya liable to get ya throat sliced

[Hook x2]