[Intro]
"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said"
"They're guilty.....every fuckin' count"
"He says they're done...."
[Verse 1]
Tiger, I think you better get it right
Cause shit goes bump in the night
Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter
And with my blade I cut like no other
The runnin' of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador
Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor
Roll around like a cop-o eatin' on chicken
I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing
Firin' up weed til the early morn
It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone
To my so called enemies yeh I'm back
And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that
Cause I'm loose like gunpowder hidden in a cannon
Fly by me don't think about landin'
Think about crashin', cause I'm about to fall
But not before I break these laws
Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beatin' in ya ear
Here go the contract sold my career
And I'm chillin' right here motherfucka in the physical form
Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns
Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene
My raps sound better with crime on the scene
Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap
Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack
It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello
Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow
Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
Witness as my vertigo passes on
Knockin' on the pearly gates high of bomb
And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that
"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said"
"They're guilty.....every fuckin' count"
"He says they're done...."
[Verse 1]
Tiger, I think you better get it right
Cause shit goes bump in the night
Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter
And with my blade I cut like no other
The runnin' of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador
Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor
Roll around like a cop-o eatin' on chicken
I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing
Firin' up weed til the early morn
It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone
To my so called enemies yeh I'm back
And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that
Cause I'm loose like gunpowder hidden in a cannon
Fly by me don't think about landin'
Think about crashin', cause I'm about to fall
But not before I break these laws
Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beatin' in ya ear
Here go the contract sold my career
And I'm chillin' right here motherfucka in the physical form
Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns
Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene
My raps sound better with crime on the scene
Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap
Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack
It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello
Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow
Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
Witness as my vertigo passes on
Knockin' on the pearly gates high of bomb
And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that
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