Street Veteran Part 2 Mr Hyde (Ft. ILL BILL & Necro)
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[sample from Dusk Till Dawn]
Rule number 1 - no noise no questions. If you make a noise, Mr. 44 makes a noise
If you ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it. Rule number 2 - you do what we say when we say it
If you don't, see rule number 1. Rule number 3, don't you ever try and fucking run on us!
'Cause I got 6 little friends, and they can all run faster than you can
[Mr. Hyde]
Hey yo I let the automatic spit to show you I ain't havin' it
And use the icepick kid to stab is always adequate
You never should've stoked the blade the tore your throat
They left you leakin' liquid like a bitch who's water broke
Put a pillow on your face kid and drown out your screams
Count the widows I made kid it's around in the teens
I got an ounce of the haze a 4 pounder to blaze
Anxious to kill you like a convict countin' his days
Against the 4/5th your vest got no clout
Put a hole in you so big intestines fall out
Public Enemy 1 I'm always ready to thump
And if you askin' for a bullet I got plenty to dump
I hold a sixteen shooter and it bust like a tank
I chill with psychos that can turn a toothbrush to a shank
The grimy type then a rope that still could light up the smoke
Whose idea of a fair one is a knife in your throat
See we can kill you with raps or we could kill you with gats
I got a baby 9 Taurus painted silver and black
Son we will fill you with caps just like your dentist do teeth
Yo it's as simple as that we'll leave you dead in the street
Rule number 1 - no noise no questions. If you make a noise, Mr. 44 makes a noise
If you ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it. Rule number 2 - you do what we say when we say it
If you don't, see rule number 1. Rule number 3, don't you ever try and fucking run on us!
'Cause I got 6 little friends, and they can all run faster than you can
[Mr. Hyde]
Hey yo I let the automatic spit to show you I ain't havin' it
And use the icepick kid to stab is always adequate
You never should've stoked the blade the tore your throat
They left you leakin' liquid like a bitch who's water broke
Put a pillow on your face kid and drown out your screams
Count the widows I made kid it's around in the teens
I got an ounce of the haze a 4 pounder to blaze
Anxious to kill you like a convict countin' his days
Against the 4/5th your vest got no clout
Put a hole in you so big intestines fall out
Public Enemy 1 I'm always ready to thump
And if you askin' for a bullet I got plenty to dump
I hold a sixteen shooter and it bust like a tank
I chill with psychos that can turn a toothbrush to a shank
The grimy type then a rope that still could light up the smoke
Whose idea of a fair one is a knife in your throat
See we can kill you with raps or we could kill you with gats
I got a baby 9 Taurus painted silver and black
Son we will fill you with caps just like your dentist do teeth
Yo it's as simple as that we'll leave you dead in the street
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