Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
I wet the whole entire block then I broke off
Lift the boat off, Russian sickle Nikolai Volkoff
I ain't never met a motherf**er that was so soft
I remain fire like folk who ain't turn their stove off
And I still rhyme cousin with a flawless fervor
I got money and catch cases like Roethlisberger
And y'all are Dennis Dixon, that's just something different
I need another prescription, I got a pen addiction
I got a m**m shorty now but the ex was Christian
She ain't overstand the godliness of my position
Anybody who ain't family is opposition
The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen
Vinnie sipping on the Goose, god hit this marley
My hands running out of fingers, young Vince Lombardi
I got a tat offensive similar to Victor Charlie
I meet a b**h, I don't sweat it, this ain't a Christmas party
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
f** your life
I make blood money with flecks of blood splatter
It's drug money, the aspect of it doesn't matter
All the blood and d**h is what gives it the X factor
A lot of blood and sweat goes into the trespa**ers
I k** swiftly, I like to take life quickly
I take a pint of blood and make moonshine whiskey
I like to keep the 911 lines busy
I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city
All the blood that we use is worth every bump and bruise
Once the hunt pursues we ain't on the Onion News
I don't run from the problems I start usually
We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty
Then I'm at the bar or a movie
Then I'm with a beauty watching hardcore nudity
Had to ditch the b**h that thinks we're dating exclusively
The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
f** your life
It's f**in' life, s** my dick, no h*mo
Maybe with a gun in his mouth, that's the logo
Roll with a bunch of dirty n***as that rock polo
You in the crib with transvesdytes, who shop photos
Life a gang-bang, gunnin' them down
I ain't got friends, just fans that want to beat down
f** around got the mags, gun and a pound
Hunt you down 'cause you a**, c*nt, and a clown
Stick 'em... stick 'em
I walk with the eagle, I'll make you a mic victim
Aero sympton, prescription, invisible
Wear your mother out like farmer's gums pretzel
Shots hittin', quicker than 4G
f** your lifestyle mothaf**er, that's all me
That sh** ain't a slogan n***a, I meant it
And I stand behind these bars like a f**in' life sentence
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
f** your life