And um...
Look, listen and observe
As we all pay close attention um..
[Bushwick Bill]
Look into my eyes
Or should I say my eye
And n***a ya see just why
This can afraid to die
Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand
It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man
And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my sh**
co*ked, my heart stoned
The red light, my lips locked
Talking ain't squashin', n***a where I'm from
n***a if you want some grab your gatt please
And I'm a end all your petty sh**
Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit
I spit round after round after round
Everybody hit the ground
Lookin' at d**h 'till my last slug
I show ya hoes what this drama is
Bring your family round this k**a
And I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids
The more love, the more blood
b**hes rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no slugs
d**h ain't nothin' but a five letter word to me
And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their
Gatt and try to murder me
n***a, I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
It's the land of the lost
Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause
n***a...
Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of d**h
My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech
Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin
Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know
Whats hapnin', fool
k** or get k**ed, peel or get peeled
Either way though, blood's gonna spill
Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head
But you can't k** von Bushwicken motherf**as
I'm already dead
(Murder him)n***a I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Murder him)Fool I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Can we murder him)b**h I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow
Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows
But I just say "f** it", take a deep breath
Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat
I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin'
That they do when they see me, my art, from bobbin' and buckin'
Once again I'm on a k**ing spree
I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery
If you don't know you better ax' somebody
How I blast these b**hes like a black Jon Gotti
Now we find out that your not so slick
As the clock goes (*Tick*)
And the Glock goes (*Click*)
I show ya pussies what ya thinkin'
As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin'
I ain't scared to get the red in these dreads
Meet me at the crossroads, muthaf**a
I'm already dead
(Murder him)n***a I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Can we murder him)b**h I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, fool where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a f**
If anybody k**a in here, b**hes where ya nuts?
[Bushwick]
Yeah, muthaf**as better watch out
Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill