Tonalità: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
People have told me,
you have ways of killing without leaving a mark,
well so have I. Yeah
Come on, what's the deal?
Yo, pockets is fat like the Goodyear blimp,
hollow heads are sterilized in peroxide,
waiting for you faggot niggas
to jump off your bullshit throne,
so I can offer you a tummy tuck,
See your stomach, it's staple of soul
It's dangerous down my alley, dawg
It's like the hoes in Amara, dawg
Hear the shanks scratchin' the gate
See the guard tone standin' near Fidolo
give you a 89 whoopin'
Leave your body lookin'
like you was raped
And don't ever come at me sideways
Hands in your pocket,
cause I will turn to Steven Seagal
Rip your arm out your socket
Y 'all little niggas watch it, I
do this for free
Knockin' rappers out,
trust me, over a clown
I'm not here to make a profit, nigga
If this was the art,
it'd be the best kung fu
And I'm Tony, I'm changed,
servin' y 'all a wonton soup
I do shit like this, I'm a group
Drink a 40 with em,
and tell y 'all niggas stay
the fuck out my loop
My Nina, my Nana, Medina, Marada
Sabrina, Discada, Redeema, Faala
Eb
Supreme architecture,
the beast block connector
Ebdim
Injecting my serum,
D
infiltrating your sector
Gm
Bobby Stills, keep skills concealed,
be still
Leave your 50 shot banana clips
with free refills
Guns bursting,
one person is curtains for certain
Most often fill coffins,
no nursing or surgeons is needed
Blood depleted, your body deleted
Like unsaved rain fowls,
no way to retrieve it
Best believe it
Tossed in the cat,
I remembered that
My mom's pick,
gunpowder inside my Similac
My brain is untamed,
some claim that son is strangest
Closin' my basement,
I keep studios and gun ranges
Plus, I got more G's than Sicily
Pizzeria, rotisserie,
burn MCs off their misery
My nina, my nana, my dina, my rata,
subpoena, discarda, redeema
Eb
For Allah, supreme architecture,
the beast squad connector
Ebdim
Injecting myself,
D
I'm infiltrating your sector
Gm
Ayo ghost, these niggas pussy,
minds I take mine
I feel you, form on them,
yeah, I ain't sharp at nine
I put it in they mouth,
I have a nigga kiss the nine
I be mellow next minute,
flip like I just sniffed a nine
Y never committed crimes,
your rap line forgery
Niggas want war, I invite all cordially
They ashed out Marley
How they in them skinny jeans
and never fixed their mouth
to even fuckin' go to war with me
Oh that's how you feel?
Then handle that accordingly
Lay em out, bounce before
the jankers even know to me
Lay back in the crib,
you bitch get me overly
I don't want beef, I'm like Pookie,
it's a score of me
I ain't with that Twitter shit,
niggas try to follow me
Watch you get hit,
like the Mecca made your lottery
I don't got time to be playin'
with you faggots
I'ma show you motherfuckers
why they call me Happy Help.
He's killing them.
When are they going to come to an end?
Will he ever finish?
Blimey, the next he sees
Eb
Ebdim
must find a lizard.
D
Gm
You just asked me, when will it end?
But let me tell you,
once an evil deed is done,
then it never ends.
It goes on, and it will go on forever.
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