Strap up the boots, I’m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I’m Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back Sep this dude ain’t black, he Latino dogg and rock Gringos Black, Indians, Palestinians, and Phillipinos, and cash money like Vegas casinos I’m armed and ready, palms is sweaty, kinda like em Sep I got a sharp machete, and I’m quick to toss wack rappers of a levy Words is heavy, kinda like a 6-4 Chevy, uh Hip-Hop will never be the same, it’s time for change I’m bout to rearrange the game, ready to fight back So when they say who’s that, tell em it’s just the king of the conscious rap
Chorus See all we need is just a few good men cuz ain’t to many left like Bone and Mack 10, we know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins so ya better get it straight, cuz he's coming again (Whisper) He's watching
Mack 10 - I got the hood on smash homey And though I'm ballin’ full throttle I'll never run outta gas homey I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better So I dump re-up and keep getting more cheddar You know what it do Mack 10 a savage Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage Fresh baller to the end Tell a friend and a neighbor Aint that I got so much flavor It's that I got so much favor I'm like Pac I get's down, against all odds And you don't wanna go to war with a child of God So if you see me in a six four Tuck ya pistol Plus it's on if ya miss So be careful what ya wish for A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa See I'm all for Jesus but I'm nothing like Mase I'm to ghetto and gutter But I'm covered in his grace, yea!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
