I am that brotha...I am that gutta...
get shot...shit's hot...I am that gunner...
my wrist watch never tic-tocs...the second hand smooth...
while the second hand use big glocks...
I dare you to find a better man who...
carry the berretta and move in and out of the spot...
even tho I never get a lot of the props...
I was out on the block...
squeezing lemonade up out of a rock...
yes,I'm that serious...better respect mine...
before you see exactly what comes out of a tec-9...
the nigga don't bless lines...
I write commandments onna track...
while u praying with a cannon to ya back...
the Hannibal of rap...
who leave ya face lookin like...
the result of what happens when animals attack...
what I've cleverly spoken...is better than dope is...
no gun prefrence...just whateva is closest...
and I aint even trying to brag...
but you should see mufukkas aim when I fire the mag...
applying the math...chopping and cut numbers...
rocking the pump under...just come try and get slumped fucker...
get a dyke...give her pipe...did her twice...in a night...
nigga's right...in her thighs...when I came to the scene...
not a boss...listen up...it'll cost niggas bucks...
to get a broad licking up...(shit) -got her braining for free...
I could manhandle ya troops...and leave you ate with 2-4's...
dice aint all he manage to shoot...
who's the nice man in the coupe...? not me buddy...
shit...only one thing you can call me: ...gully...
got that wall street money...my stardard is proof...
yall herb lames -just dirt stains...I had on my boots...
get ya cameras duke...
cause you ain't seeing the beast...
and like Tom Cruise --you can't handle the thruth...
