ON SIGHT! TERROR REID

[Verse 1]
Look who it is, it's the man with the finest hits
You fuck around and catch iron fists
I got a giant list, so motherfucker, who want it?
Poppin' out the graveyard, better start runnin'
It's gonna be a doozy, I'm playin' with an Uzi
A couple hundred milligrams, feelin' hella woozy
Birdie on the sack like I'm Banjo-Kazooie
Y'all can see me on the screen: TV and a movie
Vein cutter, the .45 tucker
Sour like a Warhead, makin' lips pucker
A blood sucker, y'know, the Molotov chucker
I'm coming up from under, makin' noise like thunder
It's the mystic, 'bout to go ballistic
Front row ticket, don't think you wanna miss it
You wanna feature? I'mma need a lung
You should've swung
Fuckin' around will get yo' dumbass stung

[Chorus]
When it come to crooks, I wrote the book
Hoes stop and look, hella fellas shook
So I'mma hold the mic like I'm takin' a bite
And if I see you tonight, it's on sight
When it come to crooks, I wrote the book
Hoes stop and look, hella fellas shook
So I'mma hold the mic like I'm takin' a bite
And if see you tonight, it's on sight, bitch