me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? Coming
? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, *** die slowly I'ma tell you like a *** told me Cash rule everything around me ***, lyrically, *** can
me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah We come to your city, can they really put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me
on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain
you feelin' me yet so if I die, I'm tryin' to get it mamma, barely deed and pray to God that he kept this spot hell me sad as fuck, what the nigga stuck
me have to body something Fuck you and what you known for, to me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world to me you frontin'? And if you was that
afraid of Yeah, QB (Yeah) Mobb Deep, dola It's goin' down We're takin' over Vita, gettin' this dough We don't call it Murder for nothin' (Murda, murda, murda
day Fuck that, we'll find another way to play So don't mistake me for no rap artist Missin' old dude is from the old school He abide by the old rules
yall hold yall breath, I make murder music, My shit bang in the city, But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty, "Theres too much violence now since Ja Rule
the same I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in
but I don't ever sweat shit, Swear the beats they give me got a mafuckin' death wish, Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules, stupid
done wit her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone and she won't leave me alone
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me
is on the squad, Livin' crazily cause it don't pay to be a black man in the land of mental slavery, They say cash rules everything around me, so what
melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast me the wings to go further