Target Practice (Feat. Deuce Eclipse / Dust)

I carry 'nuff crosses, learned to cut my losses
And stayed alive unlike druglord bosses
I made friends who I know got my back
Number one main reason: I'm a mad idiot
And I add, not subtract to the miles on the track
And I will not stand back by a wall in the crack
See me in the cut of the scene with the queen
See how these men livin' what you call a dream
Holla at your boy, I'm in Holland with a joint
I'm sharp as a whistle so I say I'm on point
Deuce, el dos, you know the one-two
Always down to kick it, you can call me Kung Fu
It's in my nature just to lunge at you
It's not 'cause I hate ya, it's just what I do
Now open up the gates, let a brother get through
And gesundheit, my man, when you hear me achoo

All around the world, it's the real sure shot
Like a fish in the ocean, you went and got caught
You look like a target, hit you in the spot
Your blood starts to pump, ninety-eight degrees hot

Get what you want, what it is, handle your biz
Dust gamble with his, strangle your kids
What they wanna know, they wanna answer for this
Feeding every addict, do it 'cause I'm good at it
I could play the best, just like a game of chess
The strategy, killing the anatomy, lay to rest
Brutality in humanity, I just came to bless
The tragedy, the reality, what a dirty mess
Yes, where do I end or begin it?
For sure they want the world and everything that's in it
I never get on my knees, my nigga, please
Bow down to my degrees, I don't freeze
I'm not impressed by none of these MC's
They want beef, give 'em mad cow disease
Nobody really wanna hear what you say
Like K. Slade slapped your favorite DJ

All around the world, it's the real sure shot
Like a fish in the ocean, you went and got caught
You look like a target, hit you in the spot
Your blood starts to pump, ninety-eight degrees hot

Yeah, yo, renegade rap rider, Cadillac rider
Track inside, I spray verbal MAC hot
Raise the gat, lick a shot, then run like Assata
Into the hills, post no bills, don dada
Spare water, drop lyric gunpowder
I blow blessed the flow, now turn the bass louder
Got a crowd so proud they stand around us
And rep to the death which vex the out-of-towners
(I was a young boy) When I came into this world
(I was a young boy) Now I let the gold unfurl
Cap tooth with the bulletproof vocal
Life in this world got a brother feeling loco
Dance like I'm JoJo, now call me Richard Pryor
Blaze up the mic, when I light it catch a fire
Look into my eyes and you can see the truth, yo
Chilling with my peoples, Max in the studio

All around the world, it's the real sure shot
Like a fish in the ocean, you went and got caught
You look like a target, hit you in the spot
Your blood starts to pump, ninety-eight degrees hot