[Intro]
It's real, did you ever see that type of n***a
Who don't be nobody
I'm talkin about blood clot, he ain't squat
Like the muthaf**a from high school that everybody forgot
While you was gettin chopped and dropped
I was blowin up the spot
Speedin to the top, like a speed knot
Gettin more props than Jamaica got weed spots
I got this paper or not
For the love of hoes and designer clothes
Cuz I got more hoes, than..
You just dodo
While you was
The world iz mine!!!
Ah! Yo
1995 (world iz mine)
[Hook]
Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
Cuz real bad boys move in silence
Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
Cuz real bad boys move in silence
[Verse 1]
I stash bu*terflie knives and 45's in ma garments
f** n***a, I take a p**y god quick
Peep ma stee in the streets well respected
Like the rectomatic dime bags of the Method, Zee
Bomb on heads like what kid
I keep 'em on slow mo son I'm the champion to boy don't run
I make it d**h fun when I k** ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, Ha, Ha
I'm ruthless possesed by the devil
f** fire pa' I'm on a hole other level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles I kick make female groupies lick the dick
Word to the muva, I put this on tour wicked
The first that fakin I'mma lace 'em and dislocate 'em
Real n***as do real things youknowhatImean ?
The first to fake the gangsta lean get throwned in the fiend
k**a Kane where ya at ?
G.P. be packin' gats, runnin', nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat plus long, I love doin' wrong
Plus k**in' copperz is Ma favourite song
[f** tha police]
[Hook] repeat 2X
[Verse 2]
I roll with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drug hustlaz, suburban areas
I know ya heard of us
Big up, big up to ma n***as in the bricks
Bad boys, you stings on the hucious tip
I brush you sh** quick phoney G'z won't call
I make it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die Lord
I wear black to keep ma I.D. on the low
I'm all about makin' dough at the fast tempo
f** shootin' up sh** that only makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
Say word! [Word!!!] Word iz bond [ Word iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son cuz once again it's on
n***as must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin'
I ain't frontin, word to life, I murder somethin'!!
Ha, Ha, Ha
f** y'all crab n***as
Bring it to me
Word up
I like this
[Hook] repeat 2X