Project Generals (Project Genocide)

Lyrics

Ghetto Dianetics, my street Bible leaves no rivals Severed Survival, Disciples of the Watch I snatch titles Another brick in the duffel on Greyhound New World demonics, gunfights light up the playground Halloween hittin' Jakes with bricks, I watch 'em lay down 9/11 cops don't fool me, I put the trey down Tuddy Mack, my projects like the sand of Iraq My gun runners, Dodge Chargers, the orange with the black mats Little Charlie JC Vegas and back Brains hangin' off yo' GPS stuck to a bloody hairmat I speak of a Gore, I'm flawless with the shotty and saw Baby Gotti Gambino, Cicero, too raw When you was out goin' to the store with food stamps I was caterin' mob party, pool parties and weed plants I spit dance music for thugs and degenerates Stunts, blunts and sedatives Sick fucks with 20 medicines