PROF - Horses in the Ghetto lyrics

[Chorus] They came on a horseback, to the ghetto [Verse 1: Prof] Hello little boy, take this canteen Double barreled shotgun, ever co*ked one, shot one Tried to stay alive till the cops come? Young P'll take the city by force Got impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse My gear The whole sh**'s coated with explosives, the post-it's set to blow off your noses 36 dynamite sticks ‘round me kinda like ribs, I'ma light this b**h I am your city's new Don Whether or not you got ya shoes on or your roof's gone let's move on I bet your sick of all that lame sh** That's why I came to murder everybody that they came with Pyong, shoot, bang bang [Chorus] [Verse 2: St. Paul Slim] Let's do it I'm a musical genius My turn now, everybody is feindish And you can tell I'm dope, look at the fiends And the way I make ‘em act like heathens be screamin' Fly misses all over the penis One zero's on that american dream sh** My game's seamless, and I'm seasoned I got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it West to east coast At the crib, shorty gave me Barry White head You know, "Deep throat," And you know the flow, colder than a cheap coat Dead Minnesota when I'm walkin' three feet of snow I came through on a horse in a duster Sawed off shotgun, lookin' for you busters [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prof] My style thus far is up charged, up like a bus card Why you think I cuss hard? Young P is at sea, an athlete MC test me, you wind up in the tenth seat Back row of the Astro Cats, is Del Castro cast rated capped from the whack flow a**hole, b**hes I'm riding on your horse, through your town for the Christmas OK, I'm OJ, Don Quixote Jose, caught shop lifting many Rolaids I'm from a different land where I am the man Hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand 'Cause young Prof is a first born kid, right? [Chorus] [Verse 4: St. Paul Slim] Howdy, my magnums cum laud-y Pull this b**h out and watch y'all be Audi 5000 and then I upgrade Party time, oops i just spilled some nutmeg On your girls blouse, i'm in your girls house Chris Brown beat it till I sweat her damn curl out. (Ella) And then I swirl out, I got sh** to do Like Ben Affleck I'm not that into you I'm a rolling stone, with a mobile phone I ride horses, and you'll never find my fortress Take me out where the chorus is [Chorus] [Outro Dialogue] [St. Paul Slim] Yeah, b**hes [Prof] I think i like this town Slim [St. Paul Slim] Yeah, we should set up shop [Prof] They even got the Dapper Dan I like [St. Paul Slim] They got till high noon to get the f** outta town, or it's goin' down! We don't need no more wack sh** [Prof] I seen a damsel in distress over there, you know what I'm sayin' with a nice dress and I might talk to her [St. Paul Slim] Mosey on over here and see what's crackin' See this musket? [Prof] It's for you b**h