Horses in the Ghetto Prof (Ft. St. Paul Slim)

[Chorus]
They came on a horseback, to the ghetto

[Verse 1: Prof]
Hello little boy, take this canteen
Double barreled shotgun, ever cocked one, shot one
Tried to stay alive till the cops come?
Young P'll take the city by force
Got impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse
My gear
The whole shit's coated with explosives, the post-it's set to blow off your noses
36 dynamite sticks ‘round me kinda like ribs, I'ma light this bitch
I am your city's new Don
Whether or not you got ya shoes on or your roof's gone let's move on
I bet your sick of all that lame shit
That's why I came to murder everybody that they came with
Pyong, shoot, bang bang

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: St. Paul Slim]
Let's do it
I'm a musical genius
My turn now, everybody is feindish
And you can tell I'm dope, look at the fiends
And the way I make ‘em act like heathens be screamin’
Fly misses all over the penis
One zero's on that american dream shit
My game’s seamless, and I’m seasoned
I got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it
West to east coast
At the crib, shorty gave me Barry White head
You know, "Deep throat,"
And you know the flow, colder than a cheap coat
Dead Minnesota when I'm walkin' three feet of snow
I came through on a horse in a duster
Sawed off shotgun, lookin’ for you busters