My style's louder
than a stereo
Bowler than a snake
When I kill these fuckin' rappers,
they show off at the burials
I don't mean to worry y 'all
But I want y 'all gone
And this
M16 is the only way to heavy y 'all
Here's my last proposition
I'm treatin' rap like crack
If I don't sell the most,
I gotta kill the
competition
Don't take it personally
Gotta go to jail, and if I come back
You don't have my cash,
then I'm perfuming
Got a business gun, with industry bullets
When it hits you, motherfucker,
guaranteed it be jerkin'
Things are so my contact'll break up your man I'm a gentleman,
my contract's a shake of a hand
I make it hard so only
God can wake up your man
Cause I do things the
Don way
It's
Panera with the
Ghost, a good fella like fuckin'
Jim
Conway
Leave no evidence, fuck a dead man
When I can leave off the
scene with dead presidents
This is for the hood and niggas that swag
If you bout to die,
are you throwin' a trap?
Blocka, blocka, blocka,
blocka, blocka, blocka
Forget sad sniggas that
been flowin' the wild
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka,
Hey yo, let's do it for the hood
Where there's a lot of homicides at
Where killers ride at and
OG's reside at
It's runnin' slow
Hold up, and son, I see it every day
Fuck that,
we'll find another way to play
So don't mistake me for no rap artist
Listen, old dude is from the old school
He abide by the old rules
and I will protuse
It's 38 longs, the crime rate will inflate
and the murder rate is strong
How could we get along,
and you doing this underhanded faggot shit
You faggot bitch,
we gotta get you gone
William
Dance songs, all disloyal guys
Should be shot in they back
once and left paralyzed
You gon' change me how,
what you thought would happen
When they chained me and
framed the staffs
You asked and I heard about it, all it can be is
L -O -S -T
Motherfucker,
you keep thinking when I float hard
It's a rap, when your ass get beat with a crowbar,
it's a rap for real
We straight thug it, read my poems,
you'll see more chapters than
L.
Ron
Hubbard
We done dealt more drugs than
Genevieve's, made dope fiends out
of school principals and deans
Now they all fucked up, career finished,
got they ass gnawing in front of the methadone clinics
We fucked it all day, but it ain't the
Henny in me, it's that real deal
shit with a splash of tranny in me
All I need is a hammer
And a clip load,
I'll storm through whatever
Steak, burro, zip code, it's the
M .O .P.
Mashin' through your ghetto,
rippin' heavy metal
We rough ridin'
Who's
Pinero?
Listen up
Y 'all better respect
the criminalization of these
O .G.'s
Whisper at me, nigga
Don't ever try to fuck with
M .O .P. and
Styles
Plucka, plucka, plucka,
plucka, plucka, plucka
This is for the hood and
the niggas that swab
Plucka, plucka, plucka, plucka, plucka, plucka
If you bout to die,
I'll be blowin' a trap
Plucka, plucka, plucka,
plucka, plucka, plucka
For these ass niggas that
was blowin' the whap
Plucka, plucka, plucka,
plucka, plucka, plucka
Weak a beef, I don't give a fuck
Cause if you kill me,
I got niggas that'll benefit, son
It's the world's most gutterous
Veneer or the ghost,
they thought of me when they invented the gun
To tell the truth, I prefer the knife
Cause a physical nigga, I go in your chest
I'll show you how the murder
right is deep
I'ma kill your momma,
and I don't care if I die
Cause all I mean is that I'm going
to join my little brother dawg
I had a hard life,
and I'm in love with the pain
Thuggin' the game with
hella winning hard wife
Back to the gym, the way I squeeze off,
freeze off
Leave a hole in your stomach,
take a nigga knees off
Face gets splattered around,
too many cops with a
Glock
Fuck it dawg,
then I'm batting you down
Don't you ask me what's
happening now
This ain't a
V -Gun, niggas see
P -Gun, I'm clappin' you clowns
What?
You don't wanna touch this
It's
Panera the
Ghost, good fella like fuckin'
Jim
Conway
You don't wanna touch this
It's
Lil'
Fizzy with that
Brazil shit an d a splash of
Trini in me
You don't wanna touch this
Bill 38 long, the crime rate will inflate
and the murder rate is strong
You don't wanna touch this
I'ma keep it real,
I'ma keep it real