Don't do it Sin, Rome'. Shit tight Rome'. Tombstone, J-Rocc.
-Tombstone-Chorus-
Combat on contact/ Repo for the cash N' gats; Check your guns in at the door bro/ Now show me where your heart at
-Tombstone-
Soldier; 1,2,3,4 split them, flex with them, get them/ To the end we rebel, wig splitter/ Who's next to test? Nigga you can showly a dime 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 them/ Went from a petty young hustler, to your big time baller/ Went from rags to riches, I'm movin' cookies to chickens/ Choose the game over hard life N' money over bitches/ I'm quicker then any nigga wanna bullshit 2 hits is bad/ 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 N’ Vogues/ 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 skrilla; Combat on contact
-Tombstone-Hook-
Combat on contact
-Sin
A universal disciple; origin unknown/ Was born for the sole purpose to disrupt/ Disorderly conduction; Revolutionary, born against the grain/ Bad as I wanna be/ A mission N’ 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 them a fascination with blood/ I slip them off into a coma/ Here come the corner; ebalm them/ Disarm them 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 N’ comes N’ goes in flows, so naturally/ And now you know the science behind immortality/ Oppisitions run to 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 got touched low/ You gonna die that’s a must/ Repeatedly rush, you can't test our nuts/ Our niggas tryin' to hustle for this road that we on/ Lord, tell me am I wrong? Go bailin’ with the chrome fifth of Henn to my dome/ In the dark all alone/ Contemplatin' gets the world/ We Mo! Thug soldiers so fuck what you think; Combat on contact
-Hook-
Recorded for the Graveyard Shift album Still Waters