Lyrics Eleventh Hour - After Hourz , Crown

Yo
A raised hand is symbolic to surrender
But also symbolize the contender been enhanced to a winner
The answer for a question asked
All question for the answer you ain't half intercepted at the half
Momentum for the crash
Crazy coincidental they tell you to raise your hand
Take cover before they kill you
Nothing but fake niggas with candles in front of mural
Numerous times I seen and couldn't believe the visual
Little mean nieve the gift poses a fighting chance
Its benifical to know me others try to advance
I lost plenty of homies due to the circumstance
Rather die lonely than live with no loyalty in the plans
If you need it I got it then you can get
Forget to give me my lighter but theiving is something different...
Believe me, leave them niggas the misery love the company
No one got nothing for 'em and still wanting to come for me
Once i'm pushed to my limit, only thing can come from me
Is the abundance of more of us that be sucker free
The more rubbish that they publish flooded with fuckery
AFTER OURZ you cowards gone need a number 3!
I keep a bare foot dancing on broken glass
Trying to keep up with the beat of my drum... be another culture clash
Could of smelt it coming the muffler with the smoking gas
They came for us, I blaze it up enough to choke his ass
Problem solved, I am not involved when the cops get called
I am known for bouncing on the law hard as a soccer ball
Whats Hip-Hop for ya'll is probably pop to me
A bunch of carbon copies they operating so sloppily
How I keep them off of my interlectual property
I blast a shotty at your bachelor party, and after the body
Why sorry all they got to say for shit
I be the sorry one and let them get away with it
I'd rather make them pay for it, fuck a generation
Celebration quotations from the pages of a plagerist
I leave the stage with inferiority complex...
Guess what Starvin B up next
It's Bobby Bonds on deck
Kicks match the colour hickies on your Moms neck
Quiet on the set!
Yeah, to all foes who appose After Ourz
Get their whole family exposed to bullet showers
Certified talk of New York we got the power
All you got is radical thoughts like fucking cowards
Still it's Queensbridge so it is what it is
QB till I die, for life... I'm Killa Kidz, for shiz
No joke, no smoke is denied
Still building up the brand putting bands to the side
I provide everything for the Fam cause they was first
Not a friend of new chicken
Wish you could quench the thirst and a purse
BUT BUT BUT but wait it gets worse
N****s broke as all hell like their pockets is cursed
Pray to heaven all day wish their life was reversed
Where I'm from every hour niggas grind till it hurts
All we do is play the block or see out life in a hurst
But trust me, niggas strive for more with what works
I be the first one to tell you the Bridge is the shit
Crabs in the bucket, fuck it trying to live
I'll be damn if I fall to the norm
Word is bond, feel the bomb ima drop if my niggas ain't get put on!