a quarter flip the script and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., 'cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway (Nigga, nigga, nigga
idiots movin on me thinkin they will save the day With joni seals there graves away so put your mutha fuckin face in the floor And if you move but dont then its your
lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit [Verse 2] No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas And we smiling 'cause the Villain album went six thousand on
to fuck Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up get your ride on nigga is you rock or what? Lots of
your life I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on blood) And represent that from the cradle to the grave Oh my partner he was
of money nigga this ain't happenin When your dream boat sails away you just sob did a regular job and start to rob Went crazy when losin your lady your
your flux when I big up Catastrophes are blasphemy Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer I capsize your coffin, I wreck your morphin
who hooked a nigga with a nine now I got my own back fade and once ya start shooting at foos you betta have your own grave made foo named Blackie spitting
for keeps He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three Lights on lights off in your community Your block
the rule like me is impossible Verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence And spread your molecules blood floods your
I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish One phone call and you'll be in the grave with your peeps Don't run up on me, I wish you would You ain
off the register "Now Che..." "Shut the fuck up and do it my way" Don't get caught on camera on your off day Like Ice Cube on Friday If I worked in the
in your back cause your truck got jacked but lil' Isaac boy I wish you woulda had on a vest and until this day I know your soul holdin' down the crest
your violence or this war you wage You've never seen me panic When your living life enraged I can't say that you are in control while your banging on your
till I'm dead Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they
the brimstone that comes soon to fill your grave Stand and be counted Turn from these ruins, run Fire rains from the sky The hand of justice falls You spit
from that So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner And you aim 7 5 till your
thievin' every last evening, y'all Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball Workin' it on the side, I straddle my nuts Puff on my green stuff