Nature of the Beast lyrics

[Verse 1]
Killers assassinated the topman on the block
And this the motherf*cker who taught me all about the rock
So I took a leave of absence from my prior engagements
His mother crying on the phone over the funeral arrangements
I'm at the wake, full of anger and I'm nervous
A whole lot of sideways n*ggas hanging around for the service
Some other sc*mbag from across town
Send his little soldiers with a message: "Your mans down and you're lost now"
In other words, he's trying to take over the territory
"Nobody get any funny ideas," he said in a warning
We draw heat, b*tches screaming, n*ggas running for cover
I'm frozen, one of these snakes got a gun to his mother
Alright not here, I release the pistols clip
My sight - not clear, cause I take a pistol whip
I wake up in the bed with a bandage on my head
Looking at the sister from the beginning of the story of the man that was dead
The whole crew's in the room and they like "You gotta leave town"
And I'm like "I ain't branching off until I take these weeds down"
I'm out for revenge and I'll doubt that I'll bend
They're gonna get cut and rolled into the credits cause this about to be the end

[Hook x 2]
And it don't stop 'till they get the man on top
Plans on lock for the next on top
It's the nature of the streets, the nature of the beast
Let nature take it's course and then the boss will get diseased
“He’s not your ordinary drug dealer”
“I want him dead”
“You want revenge, don’t you?”
“Shut up, give me time to think”
“That’s the bad guy”
“Manolo shoot that piece of sh*t”

It's just a matter of time, before I get to take the topman down
It's just a baffling crime, before the cops are let the Glocks clip round

[Verse 2]
I'm watching the activity in the boom room
Studying the proximity I'mma spass with the tools soon
Gotta keep calm, put the Glock on lock to stop from trippin'
Watch the clock and snipe a shot, and they won't know what hit 'em
Then I got a two-way from Ray who heard about the beef
Said there was things I needed to know and give me the word on the street
Word has it, it was an inside job and I won't sh*t ya
But all fingers pointing in the direction of your man’s little sister
I think back to what it could have been that made her denim
It's plain and simple, he broke Crack Commandment number seven
I'm faced with a decision before I take out the rang passle
And punish them in the name of Chris Rios and Frank Castle
I got to the sc*mbag sitting next to my mans sister
Shots popped the topman but my nervous hand had missed her
It was a scene out of an old west flick and I run with the draw
Dropped the gun, watched the blood drip then I slipped off
[Beat Changes Back]

[Hook x 2]
And it don't stop 'till they get the man on top
Plans on lock for the next on top
It's the nature of the streets, the nature of the beast
Let nature take it's course and then the boss will get diseased