| Lyrics: | I'm gonna clean this whole shit out like colonics,
with words put together better than sony
electronics,
king of the jungle humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions swim with
pirana's,
gasoline the seen, strike the match,
inferno i'm 2 thoro nigga so stand
back,
(whoof) i spit shine,
i get mine, writ rhyming and make my career take an
incline,
i'm straight with knives and straight with razors,
good with grenades and great
with gauges,
been around the world on a million stages,
watch niggas bitch up an go thru
changes,
i had guns be4 thugs waz in fashion,
i mashed out be4 nigga's knew
mashing,
i knew terror be4 the planes started crashing,
i got punchline and nigga's ain't
laughing,
(chorus)
i'm gonna be here until the smoke dies down,
it's over your
style i won't bow down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend
yourself,
move like i move and live life long,
can't move up in your hard not
strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time i spit i
shine,
cock suckers i preach when i practise,
back shit up,
wrap this rap shit
up,
still acting up,
get found in the trunk of an acura,
y'all suckin tail like
dracula,
x turn up the heat increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fuck with gay
shit,
so i guess that means i can't fuck with you now,
two down let off vacate to
newtown,
feel like bishop in duece now,
got a flamethrower that'll burn big holes thru ur
goose now,
ruff sound same strong background,
bet on black the big boys layin chips
down,
my whole train of thought,
it's the party,
any mutherfucker with the polis can
not get caught,
i was blessed with life when i cursed to death,
i'm gonna spit till my
very last breath (fuck y'all!)
(chorus)
let me get a three second look i'll
hit the million dollar target,
you ain't came up yet so nigga let me show ya,
i come
across dope like planes an boats,
likes balloons filled with coke down a mexican's
throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked they shit on theirself,
then they shake for a
second then they get stopped shakin,
then they ditch off the weapon an the people
involved,
let one nigga talk everybody gettin caught for sure,
i say that to say
this,
if you can't handle the time then ride the bitch,
u might as wel touch your tail and
jump the fence
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
x goes head up, the fuck never ran from
it,
got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach,
you ain't a killa you an album
filla,
you ain't a soldier you a rap emoter,
game over,
(chorus) |
