Ayo, I been spittin' rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my through songs And best don't get it My Magnum practice Operation Lockdown And don't you ever forget it
The other feel my brother's wrath that we break through And always been the to take you there like Warren Staples Blow with no glock, the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass bop, you got a flow, not
I set it off on a mission the Sentinel I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin' I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my state Blaze an inferno, watch niggas just cremate
Too late to run and to Rev. Run Some the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven murder with the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial that you pursue the issue
The initial thought as to rip the bits 'n' kibbles I kick ass more a little, my rhyme riddle mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you Doin' like I should do, bringin' to my acquittal
Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no Devil tested me, let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, attack an MC Spittin' like I the M-1 from the M-P
Wit no apology, unload on property, causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, artillery, military anatomy After you battle me me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking this rapping thing
Tackling the majority, bomb authority More minority, S-T got seniority Rhymin' since knowledge and With degree
out to all the enemy, we killin' all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or
Doc nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and To all you poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass
coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C stay shittin' Laws and to keep you hoes on my di-dick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers and get it
And one false move, I'm to be acquitted Aiyyo, we gang bangin, the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot nigga
Holding the big toast, make yo piece shake I cut niggas class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets at full throttle Ghetto role models, so the fuck y'all tellin me
Misdemeanor wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck sellin man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the you got I hope the money save that ass the shit get hot
It's Lidu
Many I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm But fuck you up like Henny and Remmy If any of trash, we'll scream, "Gimme"
To any who make it hard to get like Tim or Penny Semi-auto, with a swift into your track, it And morse code, I'm sendin' smoke signals how my gats be
Tactics, I crack piece are Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab tell ya, the boy 'cause straight Heltah Skeltah I got the block and hot like your beyotch when I felt her
So fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead I'll bend your like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but lead-o And fuckin' askin' me why Ruck cut his dreads up in the air, we buckin' from here to where you rest at In a jet black, expedition fishin' to get get back
out to all our enemies, we killin' all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no if it's enemy or friend
My mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this Killa in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams one mission
I stomps the crack slums of mother Medina Push weed to stack funds for my Dina Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say legendary
The pack that run with me, attack with guns My legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty mashin', straight blastin', steady mobbin' I rose to drug dealin' from petty robbin'
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin' brothers for Operation generation to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin' at random Damn son, got for thugs singin' my anthem
I amp them, my raps spectacular Forever the rapper that's bitin' like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these rhyme fashioners I bring to niggas that's claimin' they done mastered the
Art, the next on my chart to mark You know I wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the of the fat Ex-P-O
Well the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, Tek we make it You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch when You start yappin, get your snatched for flashin'
extorted, like an IRS audit You never bust that gun, so why you bought it?
See you came home frolic, but you fake love Like the Feds try to get and lay down bugs Try to skate but got on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and
Me and my crew ride up and down St. like a pack of Great Danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas your gold frames Spit in face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and play games (Word up)
We ain't Connecticut, even sweatin' it Pack up your bags bitch, come with some shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm it
Niggas on my so much I brought a saddle We can it to the streets (Word up, up) your heat, battle
For seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it If you platinum you can drive me Manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let 'em know Starang's the
Over three-hundred thousand and ain't never had a hit William H. is the name, the click Y'all niggas us out? Y'all smokin' the shit
Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, Magnum Force come to over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, Magnum Force come to over
P, you better recognize, I be wreckin' guys Fuckin' still breathin' up your pesticides D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny niggas who actin' gay son
made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-fuckin chick wit a mothafuckin' gauge son Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy Craig Mack
I that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ?Happen in? person cause I'm niggas who said that You fuckin' wet back, you wit the fuck med's pack Then have sex at, the same I park my Lex at
The last gene, green socks Serve the fans quick servin' fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, 'em like the jet black colt
Through the jungle, it's rumble when I set it so free And flee his body back to the OGC I never heard of that nigga, in the first I hit him in the place, hid the waste
Need a replacement killa, hustle dope so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine Straight give a nigga guillotine Heads off the ?lean? wit one stroke
Two tokes from the tilly a mothafucker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot your ass whippin' Nigga, why you trippin', start slippin' now Fool keep
not over, it's not over, oh oh
Yo it was on to the next Spit ink on a page, hostile No and sour like lemonade Bing came to me in a he said "come clean"
So I and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick out the gate I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?" Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new is startin'
But shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv Marv, I'm on the job rob and thug mothafuckers licked the knob Be like that, when I back time I it deeply, for my niggas I left behind
I rep for mine, here son the shine Can't say no 'cause all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonny, me money Ha, ha, and bring yo' ass here to