Lyrics
[verse 1]
Guess whos BACK. we high we, rollin tonight
30 pack and a sack, got me goin all night
its the legend from the O-town, gettin all smoked out
hittin on these ho's, tryna get em all throw down...
...i got loot, get to doin ya thanggg -- yo
i got moves, and i use em jus to bang ho's
get that money, re-up and riiiide
hit them sluts, then we cum insiiiide
...fuck that, mlov, messin they face up
i take one hit, then im speadin they legs up
...mista dirty mother fucker on a beat
mista burn another blunt, got em puffin on some weed
got em sippin on that captain man, got em actin bad
...they on the floor, when im rappin [DAMN!] yo
..mista net emcee's -- gonna wreck them G's
have em layin in the ground yo, rest in peace ho!
[hook]
[Background]
yeah we rollin up
We be smo-kin on this blunt...
high, as shit we blazed
we back, up in this place
..yeah, we rollin up
we be smo-kin on this blunt...
high, as shit we blazed
we back, up in ya face
[Foreground]
Motherfuckers talk shit, cuz they know im on the grind
yo im always on time, always focused on my rhymes
always blowin on a line, straight wild'n - gettin violent
...im blind to your sight, cuz i always lay silent
Im movin in wit troops, duece duece in our boots
wit some rude, motherfuckers, always tryna get loose
and ima... hit dudes, wit a thunderous force
Cuz if i..dont got it kid, im comin for yours (gunshot)
[verse 2]
im like oswald murderin the Kennedy man
im heavily strapped, theres nothin you can do to me fam
got a kevlar vest, makin bullets in ya tech
that ya pullin, miss doin, any damage to my chest
...my cranium is made, of uranium plates
and titanium, got me fuckin crazy insane
and i dont blame ya one bit, you dont wanna test this
reck-less individual im finishin you kids
...razor blade tounge, get to grazin them thugs
that got guns, so what son, i hit em wit a punch
like a sonic boom -- that would rock their tomb
i got the surgical tools like a doctor do too
...and i dont cut, but they veins, till my names
gettin rang through the air waves, summoning the pain
ima ... sick man, wit a pistol hand
and a miss-ile, liftin- ill getchu [DAMN!!]
[verse 3]
twisted individual, sniffin on some chemicals
headin to the surface, like im squirmin up wit tenticles
embed it in ya forehead, ull be on the floor dead
hangin witcha whore, and i score till her hole bled
...god DAMN! -- ima sick mother fuckin prick
stick it in ya bitch -- till she lickin on my dick
when i spit it -- get wit it, man im holdin on these digits
got me pimpin, on these pigeons, like im goin outta bidness
man...im fuckin nuts, when im hittin on this stuff son
spin it in a blunt, and im rippin till its done cuz
...i GOT flows, GOT money, GOT ho's
GOT guns sonny, somebody's pissed cuz i ROCK SHOWS
..East-coast, takin over in the Oh Sev
..Weed-Smoke, got me blowin on ya ho's head
tell me...dogg, who's this illest alive
mista mista love, cuz im fuckin killin these rhymes yo
