i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow cause i m a wickedess wickedess brrrr wickedess aiyyo i got a bullet vest niggas that fes i m on some new stress walk around with a smith wess givin heart tests i m heartless on some ill shit i m out to spark shit you wanna stay alive then money don t get on my spark list straight up fuckin murderer who don t play i fucking slay so fuck around and get your brains blown like jfk richard kuklinski that s my idol all about survival my gat leaves niggas more holy then the fucking bible but aiyyo it gets worse i spark a church i m the type to make your grandmoms grab her fucking purse my life is fucked up worse r then that my life s a stressed world yo even the fresh girls get sprayed up like s curls assassin ater brought up by the ways of a tec a nine a gat a glock is all i need to catch wreck bloodshed a buddha head known for flippin when i m trippin i put the fuckin clip in then i m leaving niggas drippin a madman public nuisance i m like a heart threat leave niggas slain on the train like bernhard goetz a murderer fucking with me you must got problems i ll make you wish your pops would ve used a fucking condom i used to sell cracks break bones and backs now i bust raps catch gats glocks and macs i m leavin bullet scars fuck usin a knife buck ya twice take your life plus your afterlife eyes are chinky like an oriental far from gentle i guess i m just fucked up in the mental leavin em dead bloodshed nasty ass brother lock ya mom s door cause i m a bad muthafucka i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow cause i m a wickedess wickedess brrrr wickedess i hate when niggas with clips on they hip be tryna flip so i remain gang bangin fuck the bloods and crips fuckin with a nigga who spent half of his life upstate couldn t even piss straight carryin a 38 crack i never drop phillies get me high drive by sight seein watchin niggas die you step to get a rep with murda mase and you ll be finished you re fuckin with a lunatic a arsonist a menace i get roast when i produce a nigga don t split catch a fit lose my mind and pull my 9 and just buck shit had beef with some nigga named vic from st nick saw him and some broad in the accord i said click click the couple found slain new nigga insane but no crews remain but stains from blood and brains his blood had to spill he had to be killed he left his money his car and house in his will i m definitely not no joke i ll get your shit broke cause i believe in front you re bendin with your barber and that smoke and i always keep a clip for the niggas who wanna flip so don t even touch it son go head with that bullshit and i done killed so many troops i oughta be sued made tom parlay but still slay for the loop and if you reep what you sew then death i reep cause i been sewin lynchin niggas every day of the week when i was young i was strung on the books like a brainiac but now i m hooked on being a crook so call me a maniac go get your crew to waste me they won t change me niggas scared to jump me they won t even face me cause chumps can t daze me and punks can t faze me never get ghost like swayze a madman raised me i know my menace is up don t cut me off and get smacked with shots of b b o but i ll be back  i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow i m lettin niggas know they can t fuck with my ill flow cause i m a wickedess wickedess brrrr wickedess killa kam is all that i stay dipped with the crip on my hip flip the script when i get jipped now i empty clips so shut your lip before i have a vendetta ain t nobody better known i got shit sewn like a knitted sweater when i was little i was dropped by my pops not by cops now i grab my jock and rock your block with the glock pelle as soon as i say slay it s mayday to straight play aj got the ak on payday i grab a purse or calls a nurse but first you wanna get in a hearse when i burst shits disperse cause i m the fuckin worse i put a curse in every verse and i don t rehearse yo money why you fuckin thirst i m leavin niggas slain dead in the rain have you walkin with a cane cause the bludgeon is pain i m stakin churches and libraries very commissary the knotty gotti and my shotty got more bodies than a cemetary you ll get flu cause it s known that i ve flown bigger me and my chrome trigger i flip on my own niggas i own casinos in rino i m like a valentino petino anino and cane fury s gambinos you gainin and drainin sustainin the tec i m used to slicin niggas throats so i m a pain in the neck right i slip em and trip em and grip em smack them then crack em beat em and treat em then eat em chug em and buck em then fuck em vic em stick em then flick em grab a nap and then jab grab the ass when i fuck then fucked your mother then fried up now chill yo i don t even think you should still blow no real bro but peel show could fuck with my ill flow nigga ahaha ayo word up word up chill man chill peace out to all of them niggas on the corner doin somethin they ain t got no business doin we got the dime and a nickel crew my man a g my man will my man tre dogz my man kam my man dre all em niggas out there yo mel king cig bush n all em yo big shouts to all my bitches and word up the lil holster my man skeeter my man don and everybody else i forgot and to all of my bitches word up you niggas doin that shit on the corner b b o do it again the whole live mase murda like them other b word up stu 