Bonecrusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick your chick like my raps longevity
Coca in a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad moods stomping on shoes, I never lose
I don't give a fuck about how you're feeling
Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceiling
Sexual healing, lethal that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce on promoters like West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the wig of the fake dreadlocks
Bumbaclot, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all fun and games 'til your eyes hanging out your sockets
Watch how you're talking to my goons, it's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Games shit, they fighting for block space
Box cutters, Gemstars, I'll ox your face
Ayo, I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They acting like the pops wasn't calling me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove, pot lean to the side like I'm pouring tea
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to PA like Ross and Meek
Huh, buy your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to beef
And we don't call it beef until I'm
Sending hits where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop
The nozzle is the nostril of the rostral, pop pop
Possibly I'm coming across as hostile
You can be double crossed by your
Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black COB flag hanging out the left side
Blowing in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran up in his stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Colombian, got Colombian neck ties
I went from roaches in the cereal
To flowing the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While bitches at it with a burning bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
That's why Crook is up in your mamma mia, I'm a G nigga
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