[Verse 1]
step off in the club from wall to wall i'm seein haters muggin/
they don't really wanna brawl with all the truest playas thuggin/
chiefin on a chicken loaded, how it got my vision toasted/
wack niggas i'm movin out this is they eviction notice/
bitches lookin dirty makin em' scury i blast Ks/
armaggeddon keep protection with weapons in bad ways/
this has got me bound to die becuz this is the last days/
burnin down the city like whats inside of your ash trays/
so we blaze todays topics how to get the profits/
makin thomas jefferson a hostage off inside my pockets/
movin ghetto dope strictly street and every nigga cop it/
presidentials over lappin it's logic that's what i plotted/
hatin niggas who i'm cappin and leavin em' red dotted/
gotta make alot of fractions and plenty of bank deposits/
hustlin we demonstrate papers we intend to chase/
new age commercial rappin niggas we gone terminate/

[Verse 2]
and durin hard times clutchin nines nickel plated hostin on the signs/
starvin stomachs make us wanna go committ a petty crime/
rapid dollas got me blind, a simple size not in mind/
brain too intoxicated cuz i smoked a million dimes/
chiefin till it's all gone married the tall crome/
if the brawls on plus i got nowhere to call home/
have you heard of us, drug pedalers, and burgalers/
ghetto settlers, boss men, and mass murderers/
i'm a renegade when in tanqueray and lemonade/
grab the 20 gauge as i illustrate a murder stage/
pockets plenty paid relentless so my rampage/
stoppin me is like tryin put godzilla in a bird cage/
it's impossible, logical rock is unstoppable/
choppin' up the bodies like a razor shavin follicles/
check the war status automatics be the murder gadgets/
i'ma cause havoc while i keep a pocket full of cabbage/

[Verse 3]
cowards who deserve to die still roam inside my atmosphere/
society is inhumane with justice so my gat is near/
heart's will overrate when they enclose my hate with blinding fate/
stick my hoe's estate and momma found my carcass in its place/
possibilities of his humility be comin' true/
what is flame in hell is becomin' ice in the year 2002/
anybody's with it, at the bottom of the stack and shelf/
soon the masses ?? dividends to vouch my wealth/
notice how i kept my focus when you left me broke and bogus/
now i must return and plague yo city like my name was Moses/
eat your squad alive with locusts, first swarm without the roaches/
seems you won't obey, till you bitches in a coma toasted/
when facin' chumps i'm like a gator, eatin' swarms alive/
angels of my homies on my shoulders out recordin' life/
gather up my guns to ride and with a gun up by my side/
mac 11 make a massacre and won't no chumps survive/


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Thanks to (ur gurl kelz (971 sxm)) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 29, 2008