Yo I ain't even countin' bars man you know what I'm sayin'

Yeah

I'm just going

S**t Check Uh

Yo introducin' the illest spic Zilla rip your heart out quick

Uh huh

I put a dart out with Paz and make the whole world sick

Let's go

That boom bap snatch a rapper with my glue like grip

I'm the equivalent of Bruce Lee

Waaah

If he write this

I smack fire out the mic all day Sinister Groove s**t

Ooh wops

Is cocked and fightin' you on my cruise ship

Let's go

Welcome to the planet where average n***as'll bruise quick

We can get it raw call it usin' Rhythm and Blues Fist

Yea

See I'mma monster lock jaws pop fall

POP POP POP

Rounds in the air the block know it as black

They tried to say that I was destined to fail

Until I made my city question who could bring it as real

No deal no dice ain't no luxury here

Uh huh

Instead it's kill or be killed

Killed

And I ain't writin' a will

Nah

So despite all the bulls**t nonsense setbacks

Yea

I'm 'bout to show the world the way a victory feel

Yea that's right

Me I'm stuck on some hood s**t

That's some hood s**t

My cousin clap a n***a quick your whole melon get split

Split

One shot Why waste the whole clip

A whole clip

A wood tip my flow order n***as out of order thinkin' they're the s**t

Yea

F**k a ounce grab a brick break it down flood the strip

Watch the law 'cause they always tryna see who doin' s**t

Question：Why n***as say they still affiliate with

I don't need fake friends when I'm dealing with s**t

You can't trust 'em f**k 'em

F**k 'em

Get 'em away quick

Yea

Before they start snitchin'

Snitchin'

And get you locked up quick

You b***h n***as

I bang a n***a I ain't the type to drop kick

Rainy days dark nights I still make a profit

They be really dressin' all black like they was gothic

Cry in the river like Justin over your casket

I'm always lookin' ahead never dwellin' on bad s**t

Uh huh

I never hold work Sino make it fast b***h

This the O K Corral everybody's hands in the air

*Click Clack*

We fixin' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town

It's the O K Corral everybody's hands in the air

*Click Clack*

We fixin' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town Come on

Every single rhyme I write make a buildin' collapse

It go from cell to cell you can feel the synapse

Matter fact I let Blac' and Zill' kill 'em with that

Three motherf**kers three of the illest in rap

We Treacherous Three that was the pillar of rap

Then Kool Moe Dee made it guerilla to rap

He went at LL went at his feelings in fact

And at the same time brothers was dealin' with crack

Killin' 'em Softly Slaine was the villain in that

Slaine you my brother

Kenny Gill Vinnie real he still is intact

You analog I'm digital and I'm feelin' the dat

I've been raw Tim Dog Penicillin On Wax

R I P

Poor Righteous Teacher 'cause I'm dealin' with facts

What's the price of ** when you dealin' with math

Punchin' a sucker rapper maybe I'm guilty for that

He just another rapper y'all know my feelings on that

Chauvinistic misogynistic in every spot I visit

B***hes get twisted my G is simplistic

Haha

Even fat b***hes get crushed too 'cause I'm optimistic

Director's chair life is like a motion picture

N***a

The scene from The Godfather beat ya like Sunny's sister

Apocalypse Now Black Hawk Down

N***a's talk loose now but they softer than goose downs

I'm payin' no attention layin' low like the Benz suspension

Crazily slept on but still get an honorable mention

Prophetical last man standin' like The Book of Eli

Lost in Italy I'm trynna to find a pair of felines

Back to the States where the steaks is great

Feelin' the hate leavin' 'em bleedin' like females menstruate

Death to those who chose to throw arrows at the Pharaohs

Incineratin' your block douse you with the Tommy Gun barrels

Official Pistol Gang bangin' guns like Al Qaeda What

This the O K Corral everybody's hands in the air

*Click Clack*

We fixin' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town

It's the O K Corral everybody's hands in the air

*Click Clack*

We fixin' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town Come on