My muthafuckin' brother came up to me He said my shit will sound corny I said... Right... Right My nigga irie in this muthafucka Popa chief in this muthafucka K-blunt in this muthafucka White boy engineer in this muthafucka I got my niggas in this muthafucka P in this muthafucka 12 O'clock in this muthafucka Fly
I shoot on right on through space like john clemm The original bad boy, son, like sean penn Correspondent on news 10 12 O'clock called me a brother then Sometime my life be looking grim If it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in sin To be different and set trends
I rock tommy hill gold and write with buddha monk Pens, wearing wu-wear from the head to the shins Put on my polo socks and lace up my blue timbs I clean my italian link with the scorpio medallion My ghetto life, that's how my day begins My cousin compton, that's my next to kin He said I'm too hunt, too much adrenaline
I got a ninja team that gleam like the sun dipped in afro sheen Redrummin' tracks, that'll rumpture your spleen It's the major leaguers, givin' party fevers At equal oppurtunity slayers, we don't discriminate It's time to up the party, grab my height to obliverate Can I bang on your eardrums with this one, it's a hit son You should've never dissed the champion, dunn That's like doing a juks and fumbling your gun
That's like, bagging a million cracks up and only selling one Ya'll politic a nigga like me, politate The most shockinest raps you ever, heard on tape Play us here, some to hate, I process seaweed Told you we was gonna be somebody, you didn't believe me Silverback gorilla style, two-way ship piles All over the world catching frequent flyer miles Check a nigga out, eat your fucking heart out Everybody cop a dub, let's have a cookout
The moment we been longing for, living for Training for, fuck what you heard, it's all about the transfers And we refuse to be, have nots anymore Give me the mic and score, when it rains, it pours While I rap and cap, I blow with a bat, cockin' it back With a battle axe, my firery vocals melts the wax I slaughter your tape recorder, message holds the leverage Tipsy off my rhymes, like an alcoholic beverage
I stand on the platform, control this all alone Platinum microphone with a solid gold throne I bomb on your village, have your city overthrown Pen's hotter than skillets, engrave my lyrics into stone Yo, we thug shit, crip with blood shit, bust slugs shit Lay you down with the four-pound, I'm on some thug shit Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo hold on Yo, this is for the radio!
Let's make a motion picture, put zu in a haunted house Nigga change to old gold, and case of guiness stout Forty blunts each, nigga mouth laced up Put the stakes up, rock the door, brought the windows up Handcuffed to each other, silver plate mixed with coke & dust It's digital, shit getting critical Trying to escape, but no way, I'm in the castle Surrounded by a lake, alligators & rottweilers, and the fruit to swallow Naked bitch in a basement, it make no sense It's senseless, paranoid and recorded before Making noise, me and my boys, playing hood like ice cube
You heard? We be them special ninjaz Self employed, self educated Mad years we waited, for the oppurtunity Who working these mic's for me? If tonight is my night, super nigga eat the kryptonite Vision complete, this the hour that we'll face defeat War, scars, rhymes be falling like stars Nigga think big, be big
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