N the Benz watch the lighter flicker
Yeah them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker
I hate punk muthafuckas, that love to lie
Somebody ask me if I was afraid to die
Run for shelter, cause you're gonna fear this tune
I use an originality, suicidal like Ray Coon
Then sailed to San Juan, come drink from my fountain
I'll be sick when I'm dead, coughing in my coffin often
What I am is power man, more than any
I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many
Switchin' up your story boy you're hotter than a burnt chicken
Believing and seeing, I been broke, but never been broken
Birth of the child, but gavе a damn
And you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
Slidе with it, P-N-C, slide with it Jubilee, Jubilee
You won't get out the county cause you're bad and free
Til' you, see you, for what you really are
Where's Buck? Get the number one answer
Like you contract gonorrhea in your home girl's basement
Mad militant, I'm known as a secret agent
We are those practitioners of that transformative art
They'll try anything' to break your family apart
Black sheep of the fam but I don't eat grass
Over at the bar, straight raisin' the glass
Now what I really wanna say
I can smell that ass a mile away
Humiliated by the fact that her son's a G
Me all on ya mind, I'm knowin that it couldn't be
Recongize the real, and you tell me who's the gimmick
While you bullshitting I'm still spitting, I guess I'm half bulimic
K-O got you falling down like a roots video
And you can meet my up and down southern rodeo
She call me sometimes just to ask is it her thang
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
Shit is goin' on in the zone
With Penitentiary workers, modern day slavery
Must be the dark spirits and they thievery
And Pervis powder deserve it, Enerst P crown is dirty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
We come to check something, ready to wreck something
If I bust, you bust, it's simple, do the same thing
No politician's getting life, and the deal the most drugs
Ain't no hustlers, no gangstas, no slangers an' thugs
Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain
No doubt you can't burn bridges, you might cross again
I see you rap bitches talking real slick in the magazines
Sub sanity, the one jewel in every broken family
On the low his man hittin' his sister
Hey Murs, what you think of me mister?
Bullets fly by like missiles that seek and get em
Spit like box of penix daily when I steal them
Halle and Tyra just put me to sleep
Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep
Nowadays I sway the crowd from left to right
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
Baby girl, I'm doin' life, don't cry for me
Finesse, Crane or the Tiger, Clan Killa Bee
Our moves calculated through the lens, almost here
And found they drank all my beer
Silence your voice box, with infrared dots
What the Blood Clots? Two-Six fuckin shots
We clown on the daily
It's sunshine in killa kali
And you know me
Whether you can't hear OR see
Yo nuts, we want yo nuts
Who you know can't stand yo' guts
One two yo yo yo
And it seems like so long ago
Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
Ambulances, And plenty murder man dances, ha!
Have I helped out the world that I'm leaving
I got you creaming, you got me fiending, no longer dreaming
Rep changed from the average to the man who cheated death
Now just watchin me you're all out of breath
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
We can't do that yet, but I bet will chill
Technique, and ya whole fuckin' style is wack
You can get a smack for that, black
Leave 'em dead with the quickness
Let's get down to business
50 city tour, hope the tickets sold
Represent where you from, dirty bitch, your mouth cold
I know he didn't just come and try to challenge me
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see
Doper rhymin' more worther than the Hope diamond
We stacking these meal tickets and
Empire's so clever stitched, fire forever, bitch
We keep both guns tucked, biatch
You need an audio clue, here's a sample
Seems complicated cause it's really so simple
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
Now I'm dumpin the round, the sounds
To v squares wit karats
Me and my dawgs splitting carrots
Slick enough to con a television minister's profit
Cool thang you really excel at refresh edit delete source rapgenius
Walkin out they studio time
Feel going, y'all feel bills and crime
Cuz I was born to ride
And all corny bullshit aside
God up above, won't you help me
Who your girl made you pay to come see?
I pull girls like a lever, I get tired
Yes, make young ladies want to be hired
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin
You ain't come around back when I wasn't smokin
This desert eagle gots bullets now wit your name on em
I got many black friends they respect me I respect them
I might be present but no in the room
Unstable cages, radicals'll rush us in the classroom
Booty hanging out the window, of the passenger seat
Man listen, this is more then words on the beat
But give respect and then receive, I leave
Forgive them my son, it's hard to relieve
I'm done with pieces, I found my dime
Someone else who's about what it takes to climb
Choke you up like a Winston straight from the pack
And while I'm all that you be gettin left back
It's the G code, aiyo my heat rolls
They use my chatter for better holes
Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
Mimicy, instead of using chemistry mixed with beat imagery
You'll see about a thousand pictures of these infamous crooks
Might struggle with bad pop songs and mean hooks
Now if you take heed to the words of wisdom refresh edit delete source rapgenius
And I'd give anything for my man freedom
Callin' you on the phone is Mr. Capone
And he all upset, mad, cause he too grown
Still the sun can't chill but everyday the West sets
You making diaper money, but, you buy cigarettes
Yeah them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker
I hate punk muthafuckas, that love to lie
Somebody ask me if I was afraid to die
Run for shelter, cause you're gonna fear this tune
I use an originality, suicidal like Ray Coon
Then sailed to San Juan, come drink from my fountain
I'll be sick when I'm dead, coughing in my coffin often
What I am is power man, more than any
I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many
Switchin' up your story boy you're hotter than a burnt chicken
Believing and seeing, I been broke, but never been broken
Birth of the child, but gavе a damn
And you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
Slidе with it, P-N-C, slide with it Jubilee, Jubilee
You won't get out the county cause you're bad and free
Til' you, see you, for what you really are
Where's Buck? Get the number one answer
Like you contract gonorrhea in your home girl's basement
Mad militant, I'm known as a secret agent
We are those practitioners of that transformative art
They'll try anything' to break your family apart
Black sheep of the fam but I don't eat grass
Over at the bar, straight raisin' the glass
Now what I really wanna say
I can smell that ass a mile away
Humiliated by the fact that her son's a G
Me all on ya mind, I'm knowin that it couldn't be
Recongize the real, and you tell me who's the gimmick
While you bullshitting I'm still spitting, I guess I'm half bulimic
K-O got you falling down like a roots video
And you can meet my up and down southern rodeo
She call me sometimes just to ask is it her thang
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
Shit is goin' on in the zone
With Penitentiary workers, modern day slavery
Must be the dark spirits and they thievery
And Pervis powder deserve it, Enerst P crown is dirty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
We come to check something, ready to wreck something
If I bust, you bust, it's simple, do the same thing
No politician's getting life, and the deal the most drugs
Ain't no hustlers, no gangstas, no slangers an' thugs
Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain
No doubt you can't burn bridges, you might cross again
I see you rap bitches talking real slick in the magazines
Sub sanity, the one jewel in every broken family
On the low his man hittin' his sister
Hey Murs, what you think of me mister?
Bullets fly by like missiles that seek and get em
Spit like box of penix daily when I steal them
Halle and Tyra just put me to sleep
Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep
Nowadays I sway the crowd from left to right
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
Baby girl, I'm doin' life, don't cry for me
Finesse, Crane or the Tiger, Clan Killa Bee
Our moves calculated through the lens, almost here
And found they drank all my beer
Silence your voice box, with infrared dots
What the Blood Clots? Two-Six fuckin shots
We clown on the daily
It's sunshine in killa kali
And you know me
Whether you can't hear OR see
Yo nuts, we want yo nuts
Who you know can't stand yo' guts
One two yo yo yo
And it seems like so long ago
Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
Ambulances, And plenty murder man dances, ha!
Have I helped out the world that I'm leaving
I got you creaming, you got me fiending, no longer dreaming
Rep changed from the average to the man who cheated death
Now just watchin me you're all out of breath
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
We can't do that yet, but I bet will chill
Technique, and ya whole fuckin' style is wack
You can get a smack for that, black
Leave 'em dead with the quickness
Let's get down to business
50 city tour, hope the tickets sold
Represent where you from, dirty bitch, your mouth cold
I know he didn't just come and try to challenge me
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see
Doper rhymin' more worther than the Hope diamond
We stacking these meal tickets and
Empire's so clever stitched, fire forever, bitch
We keep both guns tucked, biatch
You need an audio clue, here's a sample
Seems complicated cause it's really so simple
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
Now I'm dumpin the round, the sounds
To v squares wit karats
Me and my dawgs splitting carrots
Slick enough to con a television minister's profit
Cool thang you really excel at refresh edit delete source rapgenius
Walkin out they studio time
Feel going, y'all feel bills and crime
Cuz I was born to ride
And all corny bullshit aside
God up above, won't you help me
Who your girl made you pay to come see?
I pull girls like a lever, I get tired
Yes, make young ladies want to be hired
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin
You ain't come around back when I wasn't smokin
This desert eagle gots bullets now wit your name on em
I got many black friends they respect me I respect them
I might be present but no in the room
Unstable cages, radicals'll rush us in the classroom
Booty hanging out the window, of the passenger seat
Man listen, this is more then words on the beat
But give respect and then receive, I leave
Forgive them my son, it's hard to relieve
I'm done with pieces, I found my dime
Someone else who's about what it takes to climb
Choke you up like a Winston straight from the pack
And while I'm all that you be gettin left back
It's the G code, aiyo my heat rolls
They use my chatter for better holes
Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
Mimicy, instead of using chemistry mixed with beat imagery
You'll see about a thousand pictures of these infamous crooks
Might struggle with bad pop songs and mean hooks
Now if you take heed to the words of wisdom refresh edit delete source rapgenius
And I'd give anything for my man freedom
Callin' you on the phone is Mr. Capone
And he all upset, mad, cause he too grown
Still the sun can't chill but everyday the West sets
You making diaper money, but, you buy cigarettes
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