Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
I wet the whole entire block then I broke off
Lift the boat off, Russian sickle Nikolai Volkoff
I ain't never met a motherfucker that was so soft
I remain fire like folk who ain't turn their stove off
And I still rhyme cousin with a flawless fervor
I got money and catch cases like Roethlisberger
And y'all are Dennis Dixon, that's just something different
I need another prescription, I got a pen addiction
I got a Muslim shorty now but the ex was Christian
She ain't overstand the godliness of my position
Anybody who ain't family is opposition
The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen
Vinnie sipping on the Goose, god hit this marley
My hands running out of fingers, young Vince Lombardi
I got a tat offensive similar to Victor Charlie
I meet a bitch, I don't sweat it, this ain't a Christmas party
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your life
I make blood money with flecks of blood splatter
It's drug money, the aspect of it doesn't matter
All the blood and death is what gives it the X factor
A lot of blood and sweat goes into the trespassers
I kill swiftly, I like to take life quickly
I take a pint of blood and make moonshine whiskey
I like to keep the 911 lines busy
I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city
All the blood that we use is worth every bump and bruise
Once the hunt pursues we ain't on the Onion News
I don't run from the problems I start usually
We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty
Then I'm at the bar or a movie
Then I'm with a beauty watching hardcore nudity
Had to ditch the bitch that thinks we're dating exclusively
The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your life
It's fuckin' life, suck my dick, no homo
Maybe with a gun in his mouth, that's the logo
Roll with a bunch of dirty niggas that rock polo
You in the crib with transvesdytes, who shop photos
Life a gang-bang, gunnin' them down
I ain't got friends, just fans that want to beat down
Fuck around got the mags, gun and a pound
Hunt you down 'cause you ass, cunt, and a clown
Stick 'em... stick 'em
I walk with the eagle, I'll make you a mic victim
Aero sympton, prescription, invisible
Wear your mother out like farmer's gums pretzel
Shots hittin', quicker than 4G
Fuck your lifestyle mothafucker, that's all me
That shit ain't a slogan nigga, I meant it
And I stand behind these bars like a fuckin' life sentence
Try to stop minds from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your life
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