Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mac-11, getting chips again The curse is over, so, let me in 'Cause ain't no regal to this orchestra Orchestrate the fuckin' torture, boy I'm in the zone and I stand alone That's a test of time to the shit I'm on That's how you want it? I'm way beyond it Dawg, I just came back to put your ass up on it I'm backed up and give you a sample That's dope in the needle Morphine will catch you, 187 by the drug incuevo Somebody take 'em off and put his ass in the bathroom That's a training day scene, but it finished different 'Cause one week later your reported missing Bop bop bop on that walk by shit Homie this my brand, that notorious shit [Hook] And I'm puffing on a P dog This my cause, homie, I'm the king of Los Angeles These weak muthafuckas can't handle this So, I'm puffing on a P dog Blowing out the smoke 'Cause you just dream of things, that can't be done But I make 'em happen with a loaded gun [Verse 2] Play a beat the mess you in Ski mask boy, here to fatally win I tell you how, I'm the quickest to blast I'm built to last and that's a fact They say I'm back to deliver 'Cause I've been putting bodies in the fuckin' river They just ramble, when they spit Ese I go Rambo with that gangster shit From the day till the fuckin' night You don't add up 'cause your math ain't right I'm so high, when I'm on the set Ese that's codeine, loco mix with meth I'm on a jet to destruction your building You see me coming at you, trying to run last minute I could knife you till you bleed out dead Execute you on the spot, put a hole in your head [Hook] And I'm puffing on a P dog This my cause, homie, I'm the king of Los Angeles These weak muthafuckas can't handle this So, I'm puffing on a P dog Blowing out the smoke 'Cause you just dream of things, that can't be done But I make 'em happen with a loaded gun