What, yeah, Black John Harold the Menace and the With my Bud'da, on the track State Warriors Eatin' every on the plate Huh, me
I got three-oh-fo's in On section eight, with one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson when I die and go to Heaven Smoke a beady, my lungs, smoke the resin
the name Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like I Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers My verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation Fatality before you ever reach senses Got so-called writers, crashing brick fences Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you look between R and T In the fucking dictionary see the of the game is to win Stack some ends, Henn' a Benz and leave it to your next of kin
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card Will they ever not Pull spine through your mouth And your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's card molly Will they ever not Pull your spine through mouth And watch your body
The medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, with a lot of and perseverance like an ocean liner that sails like a clearance I'm fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
I freak I eat like Al Pacino You don't like me You happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my I'll reach the highest in the house when I rock the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like billion cube Been this way since I was
And like I been runnin' shit without the use of Sports creme Rippin' up like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I brim over my brow I rip Never write with slim fingertips
syllable you choose to use Is light as a tryin' to go gold But all gettin' is a golden shower
a card any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one with a It's three molly Will they ever not Pull your through your mouth And your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card Will they stop? not Pull spine through your mouth And watch your body
Look, now if it wasn't for the These rap niggaz wouldn't need a around they chest Keep about where you rest And you own and what you drive So the day some come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, don't kill us I mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the to put you on the menu
Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the hot Xzibit livin' life, like a bull a china shop everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and the cops, you ain't said nathin'
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Knight you To the parkin' lot, niggaz ain't for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your talk like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one with a three card molly Will they stop? not Pull your spine your mouth And watch body drop
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three molly they ever stop? not Pull your through your mouth And watch your body