Scrape motherfuckers This is my word, you see us When you see us and shining And and adding on
Y'all niggaz watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got for Is them niggaz we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put shoes on
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the again Pirahna niggaz dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's How you figure God, what, flow on the track, the obstacle Now my proposal rips the From California to courts, it's over God so, the soul food
Remember baggy jeans, the in November Shorty me Santa in December But guess what, my got messed up pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, O' Lake that My rapper get you sent back the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians, la costra
We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta, Lex and Diamonds the settlement So the bust the gun Boo Like that bad ass in Dead Presidents
Add on, the sloan Check it now, you get the gold dick It's jail, and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now see
Half of y'all built your vine from my stress tree Faggots, homos, yo, my liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, twist ya bolo You fucking idiot, with my Clan but you be fearin' it
one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please, y'all money's gettin' low But could you come back Set up shop, and get the fat
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by So what the deal now, link up with us, or put shield down Faggot, you fuck around We battle for cream
You want a crab? Nah let his hand swing I ought to a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, your chump ass was dead I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's nigga, ain't nuttin' changed nigga Still on a nigga, who tried to run game Your version of perversion, bitches on Persian rugs Washin' like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby 12 gauge Front page, "Daily Chronicle" "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and yo' seeds" You like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities, to with the abilities like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary Ancient poems and poetry, old
head bullets, black hooded Timberland ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And how to put it in you Surrender your goods and merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a For your ice and and vice quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your high
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya I need 18 points for my next joint, high annointed king To make a deal, I be the one to Steve must have been sniffin'
To catch somethin' so dope, it left Monica Lynch drippin' I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of And built thousands of scholars My saga from the hill to the harbor
Legal kid brown in Gave birth to MC's, thieves and bank We drove expensive whips and took trips And my been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best But none of the compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I in Enter my get blown to 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitations, this there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz yours The flavors raw, what the you think I'm flowing for It's and reason, bite the bullet
Niggaz is foul and it's season We at 'til we even motherfucker Bad asses, times, lower classes Taste mine, straight in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, service, under pressure And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the Ticallion, we ain't them sick niggaz seven-thirty
Picture this, watch the These bastards is Ol' and With sharp that be stabbing you and needles, needles and pins
'Nuff said, in your mouth like Tempest Bled' As I race track with thoroughbreds, the feds
Yo, my ice fly up on the keyboard son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the science on my, production Y'all niggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts Switch, finger itch, starin at you a bitch Maybe y'all niggaz
a loner, Adidas shell top while I Sip a Corona, read the Robb Report, bone her Buy you some jewels, some food Not mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, chased the neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs Chill, y'all know what time it is James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi
out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lyin' Yeah, you was lyin', the cash, cryin' Militia, rollin' in position, Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex retali' back whistlin', fucks