Motherf**in GP in the motherf**in house
With shorty Shy
[Rubbabandz]
Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I, start to stain
Crab n***as, I recon, you recognize the grain
I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust
Raps n***as collapse, in fact turn to slush
It only takes a second to die
It only takes a minute to get high
The hoods that I run with really don't care
Bustin at God with our pistols in the air
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses
You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherf** them horses
I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger
I live day by day, but my mind set on the future
Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions
Got sh** locked like state prisons
MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya
When I'm red n***as die from paranoia
Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not
Or I'll be runnin sh** in ya' spot
Die Hard, crackin sh**, like Ty Cobb
Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai
Then blow the smoke all in your eye
You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it
That's why you wanna constantly rewind it
[Down Low Reka]
Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint
With style that you can inhale and get the n***a bent
Cash Rules, no choice but bein top biller
Have ya blinded by the fire like that b**h in the k**er
You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms
That's Acquired to break down Immune Systems
In any battle I'm-a come in first
With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a f**in curse
I like s** after Ballentine Triple X
Understandin, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders
n***as get lost in the land
Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand
[Shyheim]
I'm-a live shorty, word up, the sh** ain't hard to tell
I k** verses, just like, napsilnac to s**m cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same
Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains
The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like d**
Live and direct, from New York like Lugz
Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that a** lynched
You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch
Kid, I be just f**in in the cut, on some Shaolin what
Jiggy-June bust a nut
[Junelover]
Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher
n***as you don't really wanna see the God hyper
Active, make teachers run back for practice
And tell they proteges, they can't f** with the tactics
So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge
You put your best man, even if he went to college
With this mutation, I serve like a chef
What do you know, I be that n***a squeezin air from your last breath
Got you gaspin from suffocation
Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation
It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict
Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic
f*ggot, now put an H on your chest and handle
Whatever comes at ya, best beleive I'ma gat ya
Now move back from this Jack, you can't touch it
Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin
I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya
Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked a** manager
Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil
Causin me to to hurt innocent people
n***as playin hard rocks on the wrong block
Thinkin it be you until I let the nine Glock
Pa-POP, my man sh**ted all in his pants
It's the same old song and dance
And I'm out motherf**ers!