more than 150 rounds of ammunition were fired into your apartment
which was about 200 yards away
another fifty to seventy five rounds were fired in the street
and you're gonna stand here and tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
the last flame on the train to paris
then i changed to maverick
and my name engraved in granites
bang my ratchet like bangkok dangerous
i plow down tracks like i'm out for revenge
it seems like the drama never ends
seems like my hood is cursed
i thought that the good was first
my old hawk she march with a foul parade
til another child is sprayed
keep a low cut like laundry
i'mma whip your kids out like a babysitter
but i'm young in the mindstate
live in every borough but new york my tri state
you nothing but a bitch on the tour bus
leave you stuck with four months
don't make me pick the nines up
that cut from dirty cloth who cut from cement
original tazeen got the crazy glow
them devils try to jump me
you think it can't happen?
this big don from the group-iz
nigga i be where the stoupe is
oblong javelins in my cabinet
salutation from the missile plant
quick to the hollow point
four oh cal in the cardigan
put a bullet in his diaphram
walk around black clouds and quiet violins
up hill near the ghetto spill
black seed and the inspired kings
and chains due to my roots
on the road to riches and diamond speech
i might turn a bag and wash sand in the mountain peaks
i don't text to send messages
my testosterone stimulate her estrogen
she get the message and she coming back for sex again
you under the influence of 36 invasion
but i'm darker than parker
skin got abrasions from maria and tasha
sliding down a street pole
stimulated with a jeep full of cherry gap honeys and bottles of vodka
wu-tang clan's my fellowship
would be with tracks embelishes
the idea clearer that wu-tang forever
snake style plus the leopard fist