The Alchemist - Greatness lyrics

[Hollow Da Don] Bullets whiz by, arms clip, hit thighs Think this a picnic, then get your ribs fried Bullet this wide... gun this size... Get chest Tietze:d... with a TEC-9... Why are you a issue that I wanna push When I got choices like Master or Bubba kush You can smell it hard through the whole room It's like a cartoon: you can see the whole fume Car go vroom... star go zoom... What stop is next? Well far go noon In your home by two, give a hard co*k She treat the balls like Halls; that's cough drops New years she lick the balls when the ball drop Then cook pork chop (where?) in YOUR pot! All Glocks, 4's pop, boss stop n***a you ain't got a gun, like a mall cop They all stop, try to get photos In the jig Polo, the big logo I'm the bomb, and the pin is out k**ed 'em at the In-N-Out, n***a I was in and out