[Hook] When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
[Verse 1] Never will I resign I'm a soldier for life I'm mastering my circumference controlling the mic Behold the light Some niggas die for their ice See I'll part with the chain, but I'mma die for the Christ This time I baptise with fire Roll with a thousand soldiers like Jeremiah Call me sire Hitman for hire Show me the money like J McGuire Build my empire in the midst of the fire Voodoo men say that I am, I'm a stumbling stone I'm never too far from home cause the Earth's my throne I'm the king supreme superb out the third, ya heard Magnolia made me a soldier throwin dice on the curb Crucified me the first day, I'm rockin ice on the third Burning circles on hood corners rocking mics and them birds I got my hard hat my work gloves, I'm ready to rock So beware of this heavy hardware, we steady to drop
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[Verse 2] Bring seven emcees, put them in a line Go get seven other cornballs who think they can rhyme It'll take seven more before I go for mine That's twelve sucka niggas with a gash in they perm Plus nine other motherfuckers draft to get burned It's a horrible lesson indeed, but has to get learned It's the new world order We kidnapped rap and took her south of the border While cats rock three-sixty waves, white tees, girbauds, and diodoras Young guns is raised in the little shop of horror When drama get to popping and the shit get out of order The choppers'll chop a hole up in the door of your explorer The coppers'll pop a hole up in the door of your aurora Watchers, dime dropper to copper sing them a story Niggas is shiesty eh? in the land where they trill with it Stress is a motherfucker, man, nigga deal with it
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[Verse 3] When I gave me some sweet advice, uh huh He came like a man with it Took it and ran with it I'm a turn the rap game to the summer of Sam with it If anybody asks tell em the son of man did it That's right, you know my name I got the devil on the run Why? Cause my motherfuckin uzi weighs a ton And I'm squeezing on you fuckers with the mic in my hands That'll be terrorizing rappers from Detroit to JapanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
