mr. no print
Singer:brotha lynch hung
ain't nathin funny about this money i'm tryin to make
so everything i take serious cause 4-25 ain't no fuckin joke
puttin down this hustle's harder that it looks
that i do the mo' these niggas hooked on bein a crook
skrillas my major concern i'm burnin just to get a sniff
but the catcher can't see me so i'll be ski'n
with my mask on; ski money gets my blast on
so my paper stays stacked
way back behind some boxes
in that alleyway that nigga in killa cali stay real
without no feelings still gets dirty
clockin mo' luchi than john belushi
made from blues brothers so choose your mother's funeral dress
pickin up the rest cause when i does my dirt won't leave a mess
all by my lonesome most of them
blocks stay hot like rock spots
with one-time posin on each block
then i'm out with 5-0 never knowin about my caper
at home countin up that paper
go robbin through your hood
mr. invisible's only concern is
when i get caught with them residuals nigga
in and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who
that's why you never seen
the one that they call sicx
on yo' late night tv screen
in and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face
that's why i'm in and out before you have time to remember
then chase the murder with some 8-ball
i'm in and up outta the cut soon as you fall
leave blood all over the walls
cause my massive blows to the dome
from the.44 chrome that was shown
but it ain't no case cause the bodies all gone
in the trunk of the chev'
about to get thrown up off the lid
cause whoever in the crib won't live
when i kick through yo' door with some o.j. gloves hold onto my.44
so call me mr. no prints - cause i never leave no evidence
i kill off all the witnesses
then i vacate the premises
that's just another residence victim of them killas
gettin hit up by that swartzanigga shit
don't make me spill yo' blood
and i'm hittin the bud as soon as i see them brains go split-splat
see niggas and bitches get left for dead and alla they kids get kidnapped
put a fresh cause we planned and plotted
premeditated then waited for the right time then we got 'em
hockey ski-mask on my face
i just don't give a fuck as long as they can't see us make our escape
by some slim chance we leave someone alive
that's why we in and up outta the cut so fast they can't identify at all
gettin high - count up our dollars and our sins
thinkin about how easy it is to murder like this and leave no prints
in and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who
that's why you never seen
the one that they call c.o.s. on your tv screen
in and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face
that's why i'm in and out before you have time to remember
call me mr. 211 a.k.a. jack-yo-ass
hit a nigga like stick'n'move
wit a ski-mask on my face
if there ain't no description then there ain't no fuckin case
fin' ta hit your block tight
with my glock hidden up under my seat
'til you dead up in the street
guts and meats all over the concrete
upon this nigga with this trigger love to swig that malt liquor
cause i'm sick with that olde english shit
'til you layin up in a ditch
fill 'em up with them 16 slugs
kill 'em up with that siccness love - do or die
who the fuck am i? - tall cann
21st meet your worst nightmare
cause this nigga ain't got no love
cause i'm bouts to gets my hands dirty
face ready for plastic surgery
put my strap deep in yo' mouth
try to take yo' tonsils out
so watch for the ricochet
for my niggas they dumpin
with no clue where they comin from punk
then i'm out your block with an empty glock
y'all niggas knowin nothin
in and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who
that's why you never seen
the nigga tall cann on that late night tv screen
in and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face
that's why i'm in and out before you have time to remember