Judgement Day Lyrics - Jet

[Jet] 

It's Judgement Day and like you mothafuckas can't stop me 

Fuck being dropped, nigga, you gotta Glock me 

I'm judging these fucking cowards, bitch 

Only 18 and feeling that first power shit 

Mad Family got a nigga on strong status 

These outlanders can't fuck with factors 

And fuck fools who think they bigga 

Give me a chainsaw and I pluck another face, nigga 

Put on my burners and straight do dirt, bro 

Ya gotta loose to gain and the remain there is murder 

I'ma start pumping mo' in ya 

So it'll be a fucking bloody job for the coroner 

No reasoning, nigga, I got a Baretta, hoe 

I gotta show these bitches that Jet is federal 

Point black showed me love and I might trust ya 

Try to do me and I gotta bust ya, busta 

Jet is standing strong with tin Techs 

Put'em to your dome cause bullets know how to chin check 

And if ya go outta bounce, we gotta serve ya 

Pooh's help (Straight mothafucking murder) 

A fucking enforcer causing straight bloodshed 

And putting prices on punk mothafuckas heads 

Peeling your cap quick, fast 

See, I never had no love for your bitch ass 

You can't move me and I don't blood sport 

So have your vest on 

When it's time to check the Judger... 

"Judgement Day....." 

"Judgement Day....." 

"Judgement Day....." 

[Pooh-Man] 

It's time to peel some caps 

Death is at your door, mothafuckas, and it's like that 

I'm a Seminary soldier, I told ya 

Slit ya fucking throat and rip ya head off ya shoulders 

Seems ya ran in to a brick wall, sucker 

Two sick niggas from the Eastside Gutters 

Pooh and Jet hooked up, niggas' skanless 

Now I gots to do some mothafucking damage 

I'm leaving three corpses behind me: 

Mhisani, Banks and that nigga named Randy 

Now I'm calling on my nigga Blu 

And we suppose to have chainsaw massacre too 

See, they didn't understand me, they tripping 

Chopper pissed bitching: (Fry me a chicken) 

Saved me and Malachi from the Gutter 

And now we about to go for them mothafuckas joggling 

I'm hearing voices in my head from them, whispering: 

Pooh-Man (you ain't got no fucking friends, hah haaaa) 

I should've listen and massacred the Dangerous Crew 

But ya gonna pay for fucking over Pooh 

I never thought you would fuck me that bad 

But now I'm thinking about dismembering your black ass 

Chop ya ass up and get a little wilder 

And beat your skanless ass to my rock walkers 

Damn, murder set you on a fly way 

Malachi, tell these mothafuckas...