[Darkim Be Allah] Donnie Famous, kill M.C.'s quick so it's painless Watch shit wallets changes, knock hits, carry stainless And an entourage, a hundred most wanted kill the Gods No holds barred, niggas done locked down the yard Don't solve now... (act like a man) I'm been through the block and stab wounds Piss on the thirteen years, now in Islam Calm and collected, you know in five boroughs, I'm respected The new century is gettin' hectic Star rebuild like out of rhythm My theme song belong in the hall of fame wit Shaft, Priest, Tommy and the Don Now the third time's the charm, the harmin' to my mental I bumped into the God coincidental, peace to the God, what's the signs God? I been flippin' this shit for a little minute School of young bloods at the clinic Finish a probation, now I'm free to go on tour across the nation Seein' how my life is analyzed, watchin' Wise pack it witty Slayin' M.C.'s most accurate, Lee be the last man standing Abandon, remember we was all smokin' blunts in the case, play the landin' Copy cat niggas play the blocks now, pickin' up my pen and put the rocks down Bound for the fame-less, money and the power bring the same shit Quick dip the ash out, between that and this, I'm bout to pass out Countin' all my chips, about to cash out Play the same grip for many years, pump device, strike fears Big respect up in the hood, my names repaired... Payback is a muthafucka, strike back like child and toast chucker Penetrate the street, wanna demonstrate heat Like a sauna, just as we spark the marijuana And jumped off, right at the block, them niggas pumped off Eleven in the window, seen 'em slump low in the Benz-o Fuck all that shit, that's the block drama right there, you know? I get the cash like petroleum, quotin', so the fact, black Napoleon Murder M.C.'s at the podium Fame Laboratories, cook, shout, bake the track Left the rap categories shook, hip hop Liberace Bless the whole pearl, spark blunts, pass ya rhyme, the whole world I keep the universe revolvin' in my cranium, rock the stadium Flyin' kicks through six rounds wit Damien, I'm radiant Walk the hot sands in the Arabian I like my black woman like a lady and play me in ya boom box Cuz my tune rocks to the boomdox Assume now, my crew won't stop, will leave ya wounds hot Shot from an angle and innocent niggas become intagglin' Barely hangin' and conditions changin' it Critical to treasure, umbilical, ya life is danglin' Cut the life support, son, and strangle him Bang him in the back, they bust caps, but we clap too Niggas is doin' just what they have to, it's rap due This ain't no beef over no castle, it's real shit Niggas is killin' my babies meal shit Stranded on blocks where niggas ain't gettin' paper Niggas is trapped they rockin' glaciers to vapors Niggas is pullin' some high stake shit wit cash All throw up ya hand, bust his ass God I could of motivated, but I played it like a South Bronx native Takin' ya back like Space InvadersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
