Shh, shh, shh shh Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer Shh, shh, shh, shh Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer Shh, shh, shh, shh Stackin' pennies like Hardaway It's hard to play with the M. Child Ha ha
It be some evil that these men do I spit game so cold, playas froze coming to my kin do Gangsta hats and trench coats, I pimp notes with quotes Like playa haters takin' guns to they throats Oh no, I'm walking down the strip, poppin' clips I see O.J., sliced her from her clit to her vertebrae Murder mayday, it's a third degree slaughter I aint trying to be broke, I need diapers for my daughter Further up the strip it's some sisters prostituting, dealers looting Grabbed my bulletproof too and started shooting No half steps, I blast techs, homie you can ask Rex Get twisted with mister, I'll leave dripping like a tampex Tampon, strap on, the whole, entire Shooting cocaine through my veins and now it feels like I'm on fire But still I wanna get higher Double crosses get double crossed, lost, get caught up in the crossfire Still down to serve a fiend, partner you done heard of me Cock this 4-4 and make the snitch come out of Hercules Hurting these bustas with my murder threats The murder reps, swirving a 9 fif candied out converted Lex And you don't wanna flex with me, you better off on LSD Well let's see, who's joking around like Bill Bellamy
Speak of the uniqueness, freakiness like Jodeci Mister murder poetry, mack is on the low key Slow moving, grooving like a sidewinder Ripping fools for thinking y'all's a liva rhymer (Tricks) I signed a contract in blood, took a playas oath Now I'm smoking blunts, making toasts coast to coast I know for ways of acting stank and stuck up I'm back like Tyson so you better get your guns up. I'm in the 7-5-0 riding t-genuine Me and Mike drunk off tequila and gin Spin the bottle, hit the throttle, y'all can't stop us Fools will drop like shocks when the shots bust Must make stacks, made a batch of bomb hits With my click, no the whole nation's on it
B-b-b-bomb the glock, it's hot rocks on your block From Pittsburgh to Texas they compose it like Frank Sinat-tra I see you brah it's murder on your mind I downs the Crown and now it's murder with my nine I am superior, inferior higher than Cooley Done choked and smoked get done up like some doobies Who me, the playa from the SC Busta, no doubt we pout, I wear you out like some Guess jeans Redeem yourself from all of this madness Back up in your uh is that playa wearing glasses
Calling the troops like Saudi, it's an all out attack I'm strapped with black gats, and rough raps, to break your back, jack Cataracts is what they call me cause I can't be seen Mean is dope ya know, as I fiend for the green (For the green) Guillotine, sharp on point like a bullseye Cause nothing is short of super in my mental hoo-ride Who's died, yeah y'all know that I went for none Them said bring the drama so I had to bring them some From the crib Suave House, same address Contest or confess when it hits you in the chest Rest assured that it's pure when I kick it Best mature and handle your business Tricks, so now I got bustas in handcuffs On a manhunt, I'm staying tough, rolling up the next blunt Y'all cannot see me on your tip-toes I got killers that will kill from Mr. Mike where the wind blows Benzos get burnt Lexs and Verts get took Now who's the crook, I'm superfly like Jimmy Snook My crew will jump on you like crickets Handle they business, and now I must come wicked Tape you, the young Steven Speilberg They wanna mob with me, cause I be smoking real herb That doja pushing more crystals than Folger's Hold ya breath it's going down trick I told ya
Shh, shh, shh shh Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer Shh, shh, shh, shh Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer Shh, shh, shh, shh Stackin' pennies like Hardaway It's hard to play with the M. Child Ha ha
