Lyrics
Are these niggaz sick or unaware of the spitz~
How a cat flipz scriptz will ill manuscriptz~
Of how I be on the block tryna getta brick~
Duckin po non-buckin full clipz`
The ruckus and bullshit wanna rep outta prove it~
Weither we black white boriqua or jewish~
Nigga I do this in case you aint recognize the movement~
Went to trial and blew it wit no clues to prove it~
Never was a truant was monsta and knew it~
Right now I’m in lieu of who bouta get slew kid~
Get it to bad for you and you crew kid~
Once I loop shit it’s a wrap for the accusing~
Time for some loosin wit pure abusing~
Samuri ya head for the choosin of my amusement~
I rock fluent lock and load on a pursuant~
You did a bad thing thinking I cant move it~
I show and prove quick wit liquid spitz~
Hip-Not-Ics and flips to a sick kid wit fitz~
My shitz legit homie you low budget~
I’m like FUCK IT!!! Blow yo Face Off tuck it~
Leave trackz of ya body and luggage cause I drug it~
Out the way where this nigga now lay all snug kid~
I get away Bitch I love it I done Governed~
Plentya Coven where we sit back and smoke pleny bud in~
Now all a sudden dudes is hot like ovenz~
When thet bluffin but it’s soon Turkey time wit stuffin~
It’s nuttin I’m Gunnin ya whole town under summoms~
When I come in niggaz down 2 thirdz like the Drummonds~
I spit battery acic wit a flow that’s majic~
It’s only triadic on faggots thinking shit aint classic~
Which coward thinking he can get wit me~
I’m shitty yousa bird chopped up like Jiffy~
Extra crunchy you nutty bitch trust me~
The gust be goin at you till the shits turn rusty~
Fukka-u aint ready for the ruckus~
I’m a gun thrust and Buster-yousa roast ducksta~
The toaster burn nukkaz from the 401 to the bruckna~
Grimier the more drunka or the more skunked up~
Like the 92 Shaqs catz get pumped up~
And slayed like a punk bucked cause his gunz stuck…