aiyyo i been spittin this rap shit for too long to let y all heads get me hot under my collar through songs and best don t get it twisted my magnum force practice operation lockdown and don t you clowns ever forget it the other half ll feel my brother s wrath that we break through and always been the type to take you there like warren staples blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop you should ve stayed yo ass home bop you got a flow not i set it off on a mission like the sentinel cause i was sent to do murder the crew sayin i m merciful i wrote a few journals in my nocturnal state blaze like an inferno watch niggas just cremate too late to run and turn to rev run some blessin the section givin them niggas quick trips to heaven straight murder wit the unheard a lyritifical beneficial that you never pursue the issue the ninth initial thought as to rip the bits n kibbles i kick ass more than a little my rhyme riddles your mind s a dead veg e table when i hit you doin like i should do bringin noyz to my acquittal wit no discrepancy i rip mc wit no referee devil tested me can t let him get the best of me wit accuracy i ll attack an mc spittin like i emptied the m 1 from the m p wit no apology unload on your property causin atrocity at a rapid velocity mental artillery military anatomy after you battle me call me your majesty for mastering the art of fastening grappling locking down this rapping thing tackling the majority bomb with authority more than minority s t got seniority rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree  doc ain t nuttin but the truth 100 when i get bent it s possible that i m mad forget i m blind deaf and mute to all you shit poppers put your money where your mouth at i roll wit bank stoppers five foot reps who whip ass at racist coppers it s mandatory that d o c stay shittin laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick my foes stay froze so all you jacks need to quit it doc shines hot lines and jackers come and get it and one false move i m guaranteed to be acquitted aiyyo we gangbangers through the tri state area act up my mfc niggas ll have to bury ya ain t nuthin scarier than a five foot eight nigga holdin the big toast make yo chest piece shake i cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles runnin through these streets high speed at full throttle ghetto role models so what the fuck y all tellin me misdemeanor cats wit raps wannabe felonies fuck sellin trees man i smoke too much i lay my raps get my traps then i roast the dutch y all niggas boast too much about the shit you got i hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot it s lidu rock many think i ain t got it in me cause i m plenty friendly could be because i m skinny but i ll fuck you up like henny and remmy if any of trash we ll i ll scream gimme to any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny semi auto wit a swift into your track it cracks and creeps morse code i m sendin smoke signals that s how my gats be tactics i crack piece are phenomenal ask peeps what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak he ll tell ya the boy cause straight heltah skeltah i got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when i felt her so don t fuck wit my head got static i m buckin you dead i ll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed fuck what you said for y all i got nuthin but lead o and stop fuckin askin me why ruck cut his dreads it s up in the air we buckin from here to where you rest at in a jet black expedition fishin to get some get back my militant mind s impervious to submission maintain in the rank glorious in this division killa cartel n mfc in collision the scene could get bloody two teams wit one mission i stomps through the crack slums of mother medina push weed to stack funds for my mother dina ruste juxx man brooklyn mercenary some say it s rap some say it s legendary the pack that run wit me attack wit guns swiftly my young legion niggas got smacked on one fifty cold mashin straight blastin steady mobbin i rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin well it s the 5 8 handsome holdin brothers for ransom erase ya generation down to the seeds of your grandson blow off like a handgun hittin niggas at random damn son got love for thugs singin my anthem i amp them spittin my raps spectacular forever clappin the rapper that s bitin like he dracula you see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners i bring disaster to niggas that s claimin they done mastered the art who s the next on my chart to mark you know i swim wit the shark why y all niggas wanna start big gram and knee low stay on the d low rollin black in the back of the fat ex p o it s the lazy eye criminal baby nines the minimum in the gat cabin tek we make it happen you just rappin bitch niggas get bitch smacked when you start yappin get your shine snatched for flashin straight extorted like an irs audit you never gonna bust that gun so why you bought it see you came home frolic but you show fake love like the feds tryna get close and lay down bugs try to skate but got schemed on you had to lay didn t know niggas got desert e s and pk s me and my crew ride up and down st james like a pack of great danes ain t shit changed see y all niggas take your gold frames spit in your face and i m a have to smack flames out your ass for tryna laugh and plus play games we ain t connecticut ain t even sweatin it pack up your bags bitch come wit some better shit son them niggas probably home right now for real regrettin it i don t wanna be y all when i see y all ayo we settin it niggas on my dick so much i brought a saddle we can take it to the streets bring your heat battle for your seven forty beamer wit your shorty kima in it if you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while i hit it everywhere i go starang s the shit over three hundred thousand fans and ain t never had a hit william h the name mfc s the click y all niggas takin us out y all smokin the shit sean p you better recognize i be wreckin guys fuckin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides like d con see sean be on some shit from day one spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son ruck made the paper you could turn to page one butt fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin gauge son who said that ruck said wack shit aiyyo dead that for the headcrack leave your face lumpy like craig mack i read that niggas want beef aiyyo so get back happen in person cuz i m hurtin niggas who said that you fuckin wetback smack you wit the fuck med s pack then have some sex at the same place i park my lex at timberlands black jeans green socks serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock understand the scene is locked when you dead bolt hit em in the throat ride em like the jet black colt through the jungle it s another rumble when i set it so free and flee from his body back to the o g c i ain t never heard of that nigga in the first place i hit him in the worst place hid his waste need a replacement killa hustle dope shit so i m a drug dealer so for real a on point wit the nine mill a straight give a nigga guillotine shit heads come off the lean wit one stroke two tokes from the mack tilly give a mothafucker two to the belly stop look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin nigga why you trippin don t start slippin now fool keep flippin it s not over it s not over oh oh yo it was on to the next phase spit ink on a page hostile rage no sugar and sour like lemonade bing came to me in a dream he said come clean so i scalped and praise i m on my way gat and pick straight out the gate when i see yo say you back up on your duty henny yo my mouth spittin arson new shit is startin but ain t shit changed you know your range beg your pardon starv like marv i m on the job first rob and slug mothafuckers licked the knob it be like that when i clap back time i feel it deeply for my niggas i left behind i rep for mine here son feel the shine can t say no names cause all my niggas is on my mind yo i m all about me sonee hand me money ja ja and bring yo ass here to poppa 