 somebody stop me, lord im on fire
sucka emcees better call me sire
i wont stop rockin til the moon retire
til the prophecys fulfilled and the earth catch fire
nope, I aint trying to be goin back into poverty
workin a nine to five and be hopin i hit the lottery
nope, i came too far to turn back on my
hills/heels like a windmill and head back home-a
I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer
parlaying up in vip play in the corner
Im hot like a sonar
i spit a hot shot off of the top your a goner
somebody call the coroner
these wack emcees is d-o-a
they label you as a hater when you see your way
but, if you dont give a damn we dont give a fuck
you can catch me in the third ward throwin it up
you might find me in the nine where they don't mind dyin
screamin five-o in the back of the line
everytime that i fall up in the spot i shine
heel up wheel up* bring it back home rewind
I just wanna keep the peace like a buddhist
but niggas wanna kiss me on ma cheek like judas
nigga, lets do this
i leave em left out left ill left clueless
they feed off of rumors til i hit em with the trueness
they dont hate me
they hate god i aint make me
im just a little nigga on the mic with a great beat
what have yall lames done for me lately
nada, i keep on movin and dont bother
the flows h20 they drown in the water
step right up and come down to the slaughter
see me in the third ward six fo impala
brush off my shoulder and pop my collar, holla
see i dont even walk like a piiimmmp, talk like a mack all i do is rap....
uh, you other motherfuckers is wack and thats a actual fact (thats a actual fact)
you sucka emcees bow down like west side
connec-tion
my pimp arm is way too strong i bring pressure
wildin like stalin when he reigned over russia
never ever scared but i aint bonecrusher
more like benito, adolfo
who can spit greater and rip the dictator nigga i thought so
no one
raps red china im the shogun
ass-ass-in
tear a emcees ass and
spit with a passion
im on stage laughin
they couldnt swallow the whole
i gave em fractions
war with the dragon
man you know the m-o
me and mr porter in the cadillac limo
detroit vi-a the streets of the n-o
new or-le-ans
the corleone
im on the porch with a straw hat and a cordless phone
mink king* on my humble throne im in the zone,
hot shot and then im gone.....
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