Letras de The Peckin’ Order

In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld
Order must be maintained
Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command
Chaos is inevitable

What′s up, youngster?
Since you the new booty and don't know nothing
I got to show you ′bout the pecking order
It's the order in how we do things and move things
See, somebody gon' tell you what to do
After I tell that motherfucker what to do

It′s the pecking order
It′s the pecking order

We got the power to make you niggas sour

Big fish whale like Ichikawa

Stepping out the shower, it's the pecking order
Ask your daughter how we peck

Inspect, high class ass, the projects
Push my Lex through the California rain
Gutter lane
Infamous schemes on the brain for my connect game
Put a strain on every link in our chain
That′s right, we all get a ring
Taking sworn oaths to making C-notes
Knowing all the wild and bullshit floats and niggas don't
So nigga don′t, gangsta paradise ain't nothing nice
Yeah, we living so trife, we need Jesus in our life

It′s the pecking order
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck with the truth kings

Having heavy intercourse with the world of depression
Messing with the wrong bitches, never learn our lesson
Stressing, no guessing, never question
Even when we playing, we testing, confession
Do you still wanna meet where the killers eat?
Held accountable for anything you repeat
It's the pecking order
Ask your daughter how we peck
When we smoke you, it′s your best friend you suspect

It′s the pecking order
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck with the truth kings

Now come on
Come on, partner, come on
It′s the pecking order

I don't wanna hear none of that shit, man
All that crying and begging and shit
To be honest with you, that shit really don′t even
Affect me in no kind of way, partner
You wasting your motherfucking time
It's the pecking order

Let′s get this shit going, let's get it over with
Come on back here, back here

I can't make no motherfucking mess right here
Check this out, homie
Make it easy on yourself
I know you want a motherfucking open casket
Where your peoples can see you and kiss on you
But you gon′ piss me off
And I′ma blow noodles out your motherfucking head
And ain't none of that happening after that
So come on back here, come on

Right? Come on
Ayy, but you know
One more thing before I do this