Listen, I'm the definition of a monster
Sitting like a mobster
Revolver on my lap, barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your sqaudron, roll up, like "hold up"
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off, then roll up
You niggas better slow up, before you bang the fuck out
I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, ma screaming "Get the fuck out!"
No. Phil I was raised at, South Philly I plays that
Wherever I'm around, I hold it down like a wave cap
Yeah my niggas stay strapped, blaze and I'mma blaze back
All over that yolk and get your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside a Bird Streeter, Southside a Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate, cops come we scrape on 'em
Niggas dropping tapes on 'em, tryin' get us locked down
Snitchin' to the district, that's enough to get you shot down
Nine Parabellum, fuck around and get a nigga momma cerebellum
And they ain't ridin' man they tell them
I been slidin' with a 7, all titanium
Big boy sound, jump around with a flame in 'em
Me I play my role, getting hoes like I'm Chamberlain
Same hoes you kiss, the same ones that give me cranium
Every time I touch a gun, all I hear is Damien
Trying to pipe me up to rack a nigga like I'm Dame and 'em
I bounce on them tracks like I bounce on them bikes
I'm so nice with it, I ain't even write in it
I'm usually on the low blowing dro like tenant(?) with a big 45 on my side right in it
They gotta melly all down in the house just to- (hol on, hol on, hol on, hol up)
It's Meek Milly
Check, yo, look, see I'm the nicest nigga out
Ain't nobody seeing me the whole hood agree with me
I'm wiping niggas out, they like what I'm about
Every time I'm killing it, the whole hood feelin' it
I gotta ward 'em off, right now I'm on the south
Dealin with them killa niggas, sheisty and gorilla niggas
Fuck it tho, we out! You talking what he bout
Nigga making threats, it's a bet I send my bloodhounds barking at his house
Got a dirty MAC, the same color as Bernie Mac
With 30 claps, I let him squeeze to burn ya back
I pull it back then let it scream, it go rrrat
Than search it back, you take a breath and then collapse
I can show you how I get that dough, you got to X out blocks and move O's like tic-tac-toe
Find a connect, get that blow, that'a have your things racing like on your marks, get set, go
I'm the nigga with the sick ass flow
In the hotlines, I'm on the corner like a stop sign
By the Chinese store, eyes low like a Chinese boy
Two twins like a siamese bow(?)
Niggas know what it is
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