Da Manchuz - G.P. lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] Yo, this is the General Monk General General Monk Monk, most of ya'll cats out there Know me as Buddha Monk, but yo I just spotted this one right here for my n***a Poll' And I call the best of the best To get up on these tracks, my n***a from the A-Team He ran b**hes, Polladon [Chorus 2X: Polladon] Who be Pacino of this mic sh**, G.P Who Verbal Bolo of this mic sh**, G.P Who with thoughts that slaughter, devour Any competitor that test the Polladon sector, G.P Who be Pacino of this mic sh**, G.P Who Verbal Bolo of this mic sh**, G.P Who with thoughts that slaughter, devour Any competitor that test the BPM sector, G.P [Polladon] I'm an angry n***a, and hysterical like rape victims On some one-sh**, two-sh**, three strikes, I rip 'em Like they ain't got nothing to do with it, but dog had to get 'em That's the dash out motto, where ya stand is where I split 'em Gotta stay on the creek, cuz that man might be thinking Never underestimate, he could catch you while you blinking Always have a plan, cuz a real dog could bite any hand Before I stay low pro and rest E.P. and brand Give 'em to me if they need it, trust and first degree it Nobody around, nobody to ask 'did you see it' Dumb this block, to bloody water, slaughter Thought ya, pipe to bring dick to your baby daughter [Chorus] [Polladon] I attack like pitbull, lock, spit like Glock Masked man, one bullet running in your spot My mind wreaks of torture, fatal one, last on slaughter Let a n***a ba*tard what I brought ya My style is stink like power weed, muscle dough Like pierce my two-two calibur, insides blow Get more lethal than chronic bionic, rap mode Various speeds like I was stunting, my fly Back to twelve, living hell, remove my sight I be the illest n***a brail Sixteen bars, making your squad bail No one, I mean no one, ever survives to touch the third rail Pitch black, camp in your hoody, red mask One shot still repping flesh through your a** [Chorus] [Polladon] It's too many cats, eating around me You all grow well, smiles on G.P I'm the pain, shelterless from the rain co*k back and roll with the direct aim I blow backs, I break like the gla** Dash donna, like walking through a line of horror smacks I shut gap, heat stroke 'em to collapse Tell 'em now, it's all over, that's a wrap Rhyming infection, verbal abused with injection G.P. 'em fam dammit, who be your protection Hold you foil, sk**s beserk to your loyal Heat temperature rise, cook his a** to a boil Seeing me, is like pitch black with sungla**es You bumped into ivy, son, rashes [Interlude: Buddha Monk] That's right, daddy, G.P. is the greatest... going down This the crazy muthaf**ing sh**, going down G.P., Buddha Monk, Brooklyn Zu, n***a And we do this sh** all day.. [Chorus]