Don't do it, Sin. Rome. Shit is tight. Rome. Tombstone, J-Rocc.
-Chorus-Tombstone-
Combat on contact/ Repo for the cash and gats; Check your guns in at the door bro' now show me where your heart at
Tombstone
Soldier 1,2,3,4 split 'em, flex with 'em, get 'em/ To the end we rebel, wig splitters/ Who's next to test? Nigga you can show lay it down with your vest/ If you think it's your rest, explode your chest/ Flippin’ ‘em, ass-whippin’ ‘em/ Thriller nigga/ Gotta go, got to go for realer/ Pay dues to the soul killa, back and forth/ Dumpin' body in the river/ Who shiver from pounds to the liver
Gates
Nigga Gates comin' up I'm servin' all 'em/ Went from a petty young hustler to your big time baller/ Went from rags to riches, from movin' cookies to chickens/ Choose the game over hard life and money over bitches/ I'm quicker then any nigga wanna bullshit/ Two hits is bad but watch me empty a full clip/ Never losin' it/ Nigga, who you foolin' with it? Down with the Graveyard Shift, your soul supremicist/ Ain't no flexin' protection we keepin' it trill/ Rollin' Swingers and Ballers/ Bumpin' a grill to fifth wheel/ Who think I get the dump on? Who thinkin' that? Buyin' birds in the street and want my money stack/ You want to attack/ Nigga, where your fuckin' heart at? A killa for scrilla/ Combat on contact
-Hook-Tombstone-
Combat on contact
-Sin
A universal disciple; origin unknown/ Was born for the sole purpose to disrupt/ Disorderly conduction; A revolutionary, born against the grain/ Bad as I wanna be/ Our mission and purpose upon this planet; Total distruction/ Your flute I struggle all done in vain, we be the bringers of the pain/ Slain many victims, machete gut cut and rip 'em/ A fascination with blood, I slip 'em off into a coma/ Here come the corner; ebalm 'em/ Disarm 'em, he try to harm me/ I murder you and your whole fuckin' army/ No such thing as killin' done softly, we do it harshly/ So ring a-ling a-ling a-ling the alarm/ My spirit moves and comes and goes and flows so naturally/ And now you know the science behind immortality/ Oppisitions run into fatality
Gold
In the land of the lost that fly shit’ll get you tossed/ Forever ride thug style, nigga till I die/ Explode on contact like Tombstone and Sin revenge be a must, infa-red when I bust/ That nigga gon' test nuts he gon' die that's a must/ Repeatedly rushed, who can test our nuts/ My niggas tryin' to hustle for this road that we on/ Lord, tell me am I wrong? Grown bailin’ with the chrome, fifth of Henn to my dome, in the dark all alone/ Contemplatin' it gets the world/ We Mo! Thug soldiers so fuck what you think/ Combat on contact
-Hook-Tombstone
Combat on contact
Unreleased/ Recorded for the Graveyard Shift album Still Waters (1997)