212 Recording - The k**er Intro lyrics

"If there were nothing but thought in you, you wouldn't even know you're thinking. You would be like a dreamer who doesn't know he's dreaming." [Verse 1: Caskey] Yeah It's pitch dark, a pitchfork Emerged, the devil is pissed off Keep tryin' to buy my soul, I keep sayin' no And he keep offering me Cristal and pistols And sayin' how I'm finna be in style Well that's when I skip town, and f** all that bullsh** b**h you better offer me the crown Plus the Crown Royal, plus all the government oil Plus a couple marijuana seeds in the soil, and a couple bodyguard type gargoyles The stove is my home away from home Can't stand the heat, f** you doin' in this room We love how the gun sound, the chopper is in tune, the nine is so fine But what is it into, Drama It get lethal, give that head a shot, but it don't deep throat Don't got G strings, just know G codes Love is on kind cause all my people, damn Its like we used to peaceful, now I don't know why everybody want a piece for Wait that's deceitful, I know why cause these mothaf**in' streets cold Grab your scarves and hoody's guard your goodies Cause mothaf**as will come in charge, uh But would he really pull it? Don't wanna be the one to find out cause the bullets, be the one to tell you timeout And the coolest, always be the ones to die out And you can't tap in or rewind now, this sh** get live sh**, you might of survived four shots but there's about to be five And its a head shot, marked with the red dot and its red hot Me and my money are in wedlock so you touch a dollar bill end up at a dead stop Boy you better stop it, me and my dogs are about profit And in this world you either nothin' or you're hot sh** But you both die from the gunshot, don't play All I need is one shot, this is not a fun spot This is a d**h trap, there ain't even one cop Pulled up in the one drop top with the best rapper in the front seat Roll the weed up, better pa** like FCAT Boy I let the blunt speak, you ain't even met that Livin' on front street, ready to murder the mothaf**a who disgust me Or better yet, a muhf**a try to touch me, boy Cause I'm too small to scrap, but I got me a strap I got no will to k** but, a mothaf**a react And I'm too small to scrap, but I got me a strap I got no will to k** but, a mothaf**a react muhf**a aaah, b**h!