Fugitive

[Verse 1: 2-Faced] Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Frezno nigga, carryin' a stash 'Narc named 2-Faced down to make cash, leavin' a trail of body bags Psychopathic, schizophrenic, masterminded like Hussein, mane Killer like Idi Amin, know what I mean? I'm lettin' my nizzuts hang Down with the C, to the A, with the A, to the K with the mind of Marcus Garvey Slangin' and rangin' them shots up outta me Glock with hollow point bullets in bodies Limitless killers, lemon-ass niggas, shiver, cause' I'm deliverin' pain Mixed emotions, coast it, roastin', toastin', tryna maintain my brain Smokin' on flames to calm my nerves Hizzigh like a mockingbird Niggas who disrespect get put in check and beat to the ****in' curb Check my words when I speak Raised up on South Memphis streets Keepin' the heat up under my seat when I creep, chiefin' on them Swisher Sweets Super blinked, eyes are red, 'cause that chronic is in my head With the wood-wood grain grippin' Seagram sippin', keep on distributin' lead Superstitious, treatin' you bitches like a ****in' bad disease Everyday I pray and stay so high because it ain't no peace

[Verse 2: Evil Son] Comin' up creepin', I'm runnin' out straight from Four Corners Who killin' it? It's just like a game, I grip my machete These niggas that wanna run up and I watch 'em go up in a flame Silly-ass niggas be killin' me Dyin', no friend of me, crucifix bitches like Paul Chosen those folks 'cause these demons 'cause N.O.D. niggas we known for pullin' cards I'm the critical devil, I ritual channel my nine while I blow in the wind I committed real sins, so therefore my life and his life is about to end Because the weaker, you can tell my misfortunes, and demons is tryin' to take over my soul Murder is all on my mind Committed no crimes so watch the Glock explode Evil Son never be slipppin', constantly rippin' up body parts in front of me At night I creep, never sleep, but just like the clan, we're on the creep Like a black sheep over me busters, inside of my ear I show no fear, my eyes unleash a tear There's no ****in' fear, the end is near my mind has started to clear Devil robbin' Frayser put you away so send you to judgement day God has punished you, so I must stomp on you and put your body inside of a grave Haven't you ever heard of this nigga that's comin' to serve ya? You lemons, you better be watchin' your back Now havoc is causin' more murder

[Verse 3: Project Pimp] Runnin' and gunnin', the Project Pimp is it And once again fillin' your body with holes All that damn shit you be talkin' about a player When you see me you get served zero super, bro Project Pimp in this bitch, breakin' the law and shit Rippin' yo' body parts all in my mind Send me to trial, the bitch be askin' me questions, like, why I committed like do all these crimes? Murderer, psychopath, boom in the ****in' state If you see me I be swing that damn blade If you hear "All About Cash," then you know that the Project Pimp, ho, is like out to get paid **** a bitch, **** a slut, all them hoes eat a nut Talkin' that shit, then your blood I'ma spill Bitch, I got no further answers or questions See, so you bitches get off the hill Ready to catch a case, get out of my ****in' face Niggas with triggers that creep out the dark Pistol grip .44, rap it like T and Project Pimp execute you niggas that 'flauge Preston Street in this bitch, while I sell dope and shit Police be duckin', and tryna roll past Project Pimp holdin' me down with that N.O.D Thought it out and up out that damn ho in a blast

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright] Straight from the depths of hell, can't tell when I'm dead, never fail, with a trail Two horns and a tail, listen to my instruction Let me tell you how the Tommy Wright became a Nigga Of Destruction 1991, told my nigga Keith Dunn hit me wit the shit, I started boomin' bricks Shelby Drive, movin' quarters and dimes in the front of the corner store, bought a fire studio Made that come up, niggas tried to run up Then them people gun up, now them niggas ****ed up Quick to shoot a young buck, twice I got cuffed up Shipped to the Pen-athon is why I hit along Once been a bum but the day is done, got a three year deal with Select-O, ho Made four tapes underground, that's all That quick, made it big, Tommy Wright will never fall One phone call to my dog bout that hog, then we see four brains blow dry, then bounce Got enough cheese in my bank account just to have yo' ass killed, no matter the amount Nigga, better try to be my friend, in the end I'ma be the nigga in the wind again, on your mind Never been that good with my mom, but I still hit her with a couple thousand here and there from time to time Mane, do I wish all my niggas could've seen how I'm takin' over Memphis but so many of 'em died Got a gun in every part of my household In the shake junt's still movin' bricks on the side Ten Wanted Men is the group I'm in Tommy haters killer gang, but I'm impervious to pain Other niggas still makin' mixtapes, how the dick taste? Tommy the name, and destruction the game

[Verse 5] If you in N.M.P. and ain't takin' no shit, punk Got that pump off that bunk chumps in my trunk and jump, punk It's all good in my hood when I'm smokin' that herb, sucker That player mother****er that's gon' smother your mother As a child, as a juvenile, gangs were never a slang I dealt with the worst as I worked for the dope mane Live the life of a high-roller, I did, and never was killin' Let my worker take chances as I sit back and chill Player of the year, you should've been at my ball Special guest of Noreaga it was held in Panama Life is short when you travel the road alone Dope pushers, hog killers, murder, and they stalk Homeless kids on the street, mother sprung, the other a slut Gangs don't ever shut, and the cops hate my guts This is life not a intro Things from the ghetto rock Heads stick em' in, crack houses in Mempho That is no bullshit, it's the hand I was dealt with Comin' up hard and all my life I'm a misfit

[Verse 6: Psycho D] Takin' my time doin' this shit right Player, player gettin' high N-O, to the Psycho D Nigga, come and fly with me Smokin' on that hella weed, runnin' from the police In my neighbor's backyard, folk behind that block Layin' low with my scope, I'd be damned, **** them folks Psycho D, I'm calm like lightning, one, two, three I'm just lyin' O-M-B where I'm from Ruben Street, here I come If I have to smack the crooked cop from the devils Glock With that bullet thats cocked Don't make it drop Another Narc in 2-0-1, with the ****in' Glock

[Verse 7: Renegade Will] Now this drug shit hits at any place, at any time Many nines have been popped at many crimes Put you out, you descent slay bitches make ritches Sew stiches, blow chicken, no bitchin' In my hood 'cause indo weed grow deep Hit the streets who you be? N.M.P. on the creep Just like endo fatanishia to drop them P zips So I can boom, what you assume, release here Run like a bitch when you hit with my shit Since you split on yo' clique, sissy bitches, take a diss Now I got what you need to clock them G's Keys and keys and trees of fire weed Takes a year on the floor Who gon' smoke all this dope? Chunky folks, so hit them slopes And get it on just like Super Saiyan But they got a newer way Underground clown from the sewer way Deep for the stick, if you creep you a P I'm gon' hit to that G and you gon' end up six feet under They got that thunder, Gade ain't no boy wonder When I'm cheifin', I'm cheifin' thunder Renegade Will, the hottest artist at the parties Fryin' niggas just like sausages, so I'm gon' start this ****ery Luckily, you can't **** with me N.O.D. destruction straight ****in'

[Verse 8: Frezno] Well it be the soul snatcher? The nigga with Glocks ready to pop, Freznosta Nigga that don't give a **** about pullin' a trigger on you niggas How you figure? You think I'm deep in that N.O.D Can't you see we can't be stopped? We be the killer niggas, ready to creep up on yo' block Deep in yo' civilization Nothin' that man paints is that war paint that fugitive known as Frezno with Francell for yo' ass, ho Creepin' up slow with a different flow My Glock's attached to my side, ho With extra clips of hollow tips, so when you slip you die, ho Guess who it be? The F-R-E-Z-N-O-D-K-Y-L-E-D The ex better known as have them with them broke necks Ain't no trippin' in the clique and grippin' on these bitches Slippin' grippin' on my tone, what you gonna do when I come for you?

[Verse 9: Mac Kyle] On that dope, as a nigga cough and choke It's a nigga named Mac Kyle, got yo' head behind my scope Why in the '88, did you wanna player hate The Niggas Of Destruction? Got my arms at the gate Y'all hoes can't not even **** the realest, the trillest I'm buckin' you bitches you feel this? I'm robbin' you trizzicks, I put my gat clizzose We rizzin' up on y'all, can't ****in' face this I'm sprayin' you bitches like black flag That ski mask with that four-four mag' We strapped with them thangs, ready to blast that family on y'all buster ass Raised as a thug on them drugs and it's how I live To the day that I mother****in' die l Livin', Mac Kyle lives a Fugitive

[Verse 10: Lil' Dex] I'm a lil' skinny mother****er, but nigga, I ain't goin' And I might not stand that much ground but it's Penn Town, we ain't glowin' I'm throwin' grenades and raidin' yo' block and gettin' away from them cops And nobody knows who's causin' these hoes to pull murders on shits that we ball They labeled me lunatic be on yo P's and Q's the news is sick These mother****in' busters don't act, why shit so big? Watch out for yo' kids Not sayin' a neucance is what I am, that nonsense is out of my league I'm just a nigga handlin' business, thats hangin' with N.O.D See, I feel like niggas like me gonna be breakin' these hoes for cheese Dexter down with the Eastside, shit busy, jit this is N.O.D Niggas Of Destruction, Niggas On Dope? Call us whatever you want With Frezno, Mac Kyle, Dexter, Big Al, Tom Skee, and we out this junt

[Outro: Lil Dexter, Tommy Wright III, Mac Kyle, Evil Son, Lil' Jessie James] Shit, Lil' Dexter, East Side, N.O.D It's them fringe when they run and I told ya

Yo what's up? Tommy Wright III up in this mother****er I wanna tell all my niggas out there; get that new CD, comin' out in three more weeks nation wide Tommy Wright, ho, producer of the year, bitch down with N.O.D

Yeah, yeah, Mac mother****in' Kyle, N.O.D. for mother****in' life 1996, baby, smoke one, nigga Yeah all them motha' ****as down with N.O.D. and The Fresno Y'all know who you is, keep that shit goin' playas (BIATCH) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, nigga, dude, **** you, bitch Yeah, nigga, yeah, bitch, it's them freaks

Yeah, Evil Son in this mother****er Four Corners bound, down wit' N.O.D., ho Go get that Soul Takers tape

Lil' Jessie James in this mother****er for the '96 I want you to be lookin' out for my new tape soon, know what I'm sayin' With the autoclick, know what I'm sayin' What's up Lil' L? And all though, shits know what I'm sayin' My lil' brother Martin, aight, I'm out this bitch