Only lets me know that i'm loved by so many other mother f**kers
That hate you in this buzz, cos you keep f**kin wit us, we keep f**kin you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what's even more f**ked up
Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much
There ain't nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up
And exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonder
Whats up with the f**kin "Wonder Woman" underalls
Do onto others as you will have done onto you
So who the f**k you mothaf**kas gonna run to
You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty the last round that he had
In "Curtis Jackson's" a** while he had the chance
You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we can't
I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know that I made it
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension
Start building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" building
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even
Touches one of my people i'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I rather rap than get into this gangsta sh*t
And it aint because I'm a b**ch it's cuz I aint a b**ch
I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a general
I aint "Bush" I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain't there
In the middle of this sh*t with em, so when I do get em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you be f**kin with a...
...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain't even that deep.
I got heat that'll sweep a niggas streets, so ya wouldn't f**k with me neither
Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya.
Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob sh*t,
You another hopper under the Renaissance b**ch
On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one Saddamn's men
Mathaf**ka I'll handle you, we can have it out on any avenue
An "Average Man", flipped into an animal
Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reload
With precision ni**a know the mechanicals
Break the Pistol down you should see them handles
The streets taught the child no read up manuals
Pushing crack valves, young "Nino Brown"
Chasing green is the dream when you're young and brown.
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
A "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get down
While you punching' and tackling' punks
I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump
That's longer than the elephant's trunk.
On the streets I'm "the beast", I'll feast
Upon the weak, so speak "beef"
The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off they "Hondas"
Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' b**ches for they Ganja
Sneaky as f**k, I don't think mamma beat me enough
When she was sleeping and stuff
I was stealing the keys to the truck
Shut the f**k up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked up
You want what? Like "M Bleak" with this Heat
Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my aspe
We ferocious, toast don't host us
Approach us, through heat straight from the shoulders
We the soldiers, ya the youngster's
Youngsta's among, aren't ya dead in the dumpsta
Say to the monsta head full of drama
You scared of the trauma vomit to monsta
Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
Alcoholics, sluts, and f**kin wife beaters
I guess that describes my life,
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reebok's
I'll turn your face into a f**kin' meat patty
I'll f**k yo mommy and go fishing with yo granny
I'll sh*t on you; I'll pee on R. Kelly too,
This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".
This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".