Panama P.I. - Getto Mentalitee lyrics

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Panama P.I. - Getto Mentalitee lyrics

[Fredro Starr] You roll a hundred n***as deep but not one of ya got a gun I bust one shot, you see a hundred n***as run Dressed in all black Gore-tex with four teks We all war vets, I'm takin all bets to see who can score nex I burn you like raw s**, you just a small threat Wit a small set, so forfeit, I'm out for more checks Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin cracks behind the churches I hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you f**in senseless Cause sleepin on the benches got me swingin at the fences I bring it down like gravity with a ghetto mentality To feel the agony of the Afficial Nastee Armee strategy [Greg Valentine] The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us I put n***as to rust when my gun bust and plus you get rushed And when the pressure's on you just b**h up If you had plans on conquering this you need to switch up Get up n***a you shoulda got up, obey my orders cause sh** like that'll leave you shot up It's a dead man's party leave your body at the door Unlawful entry, my introduction to the century An entity is what I plan to be in the industry, enemies in my vicinities Get a**a**inated like a Kennedy, my gat's the foolproof remedy [Sonsee] It's Sonsee, black, I'm pullin ya bad news out the pocket of my khaki's Attack me you get splashed; Afficial Nastee back me So what the f** is wrong with your dumb a**? Trying to put sh** on our name, you gonna get numb fast This rap industry can do without ya But I'll haul off and smack the dog sh** out ya Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging the deal It's cloggin up what? The blood he didn't spill It's ma**ive, disastrous, plenty closed caskets And as this world turn we burn crews to ashes n***as tanks is empty, so get ga**ed up and smashed up That's my word! Come with that bullsh** and that's that a** yup [Hook 8X] Getto mentalitee [J Mega] I trash n***as who can't speak what I'm sayin All City, Mega bomb, I ain't playin Just slayin emcees and makin n***as freeze with all these lyrics for me to squeeze n***as please don't test me, just let me be with my city Nastee, Officially keepin n***as wit me to hit me with the Ballantine 40's And bag the bad shorties I got drafted because the f**in Armee caught me And it's all out war, n***as fall out for reasons now known Check this sh**, I got the illest, the realist, hard for kids to k** this Until it's, my turn to fall I'ma fill this brick wall to keep the crabs out of my sector Injector, and I'm correct the J Mega [Panama P.I.] The hell with wounds, I won't leave a scratch to patch This is war, way worse than a grudge match Big P.I., no one's bolder, a universal solider Chump, shoulda listen when I told ya I'm ill, like fire marshall Bill, insane Flip, squash and k** lyrics burn like acid rain Born in the gutter, buck wild, far from bu*ter A bugged thug I used to mug with the rug cutter Rugged and raw, gritty cause I'm hardcore More mighty than Thor, always aiming for a f*ggot jaw So hard rocks that's fillin' flocks, clear the block My mic's a Glock, I keep plenty styles in stock The way emcees react when I attack Get me away from him, he's a maniac [Sticky Fingaz] It's a conspiracy, I've been framed They call me n***a so much, startin to think it's my name Light skinned and ashamed, cuz way back in the days They raped my grandmother's mothers, when they was enslaved They hung my grandfather if he misbehaved But my ancestors was brave and most of them real Stronghard black sweaty slaves workin in the fields Four hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in they white sheets, for badges and blue suits So I'm taking recruits to set the f**in score right and start a fight A fight, a n***a and a white, and if the n***a don't win then we all jump in [Hook to fade]