Lyrics

Who seen me, they said I was back in black (like who) Houdini With murderous fundamentals the street game was essential I'm 17, heaven had never seen me I'm invisible Drama got mamma feelin dude I love that (but fuck that) Had to get physical, witnessing individuals Turn criminal before your vision killin' niggas with premonition Got niggas that auditioned, with ammunition for some grip'n take the shit beyond set trippin' I'm death wishing on a mission Fatally attracted, to paper stackin' who's the mackin' that can't escape the fact how this nigga Draper got me actin' Told me Mr. don't ever let your grip fall Love it all, so fuck Cristal I hit the ghetto with some Henndogg (Send ya'll some love) it's Mr. Mike still smokin' from Queens to Oakland, kryptonite got niggas choking Dealers provoking killas to open up fire in the ghetto, I'm trying to get mo' (why) the hood I just can't let go I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2 I'm gettin' no sleep cause slowly they wanna murder me like [?] Fuck the police them tricks can blow me If only real niggas survive As these get high Real niggas realize That real niggas can die Now I'm plottin' and plannin' Scanning for spinach Never diminish a new beginning position my riches remain endless Exist with wickedness, from Genesis to Revelations Elevate conversations to rule the nation No longer contemplating suicidal missions Avoid the cops pop the Glock Slam heads for your ignition Now who is it? It's Mr. Mr. 23 of age By the time I'm 25 I might be spotted on the front page From Broadway to Wall Street I mob discrete Catch up or get caught up brought up to fall deep So ya'll peep the game as it was proposed to those imaginary friends but in the end they turned foes I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2 Let's cause disruption my cup run-ith over Witness the ghetto solder, can Mr. make his quota? Smokin' hazes like weed proceed to stick gauges in they ribcages Final chapter would never end in pages Who's dangerous? I'm like Luciano with mobsters With more bounce in my ounces then Roger Pearl Harbor Bomb like that Niggas can't see me with telescopic surgery Misery attack the wack MC Who brings the pain My method-mane, is complicated Niggas get confiscated won't make his funeral he's cremated Debated they hate it drop gangsta shit for the '96 While I twist a fly bitch and a high wrist go buy this Exuberant, lavish, abundant, murder massacre unfasten ya belt That shit won't help when I'm blasting ya Haven't you ever heard of a, killa? I gots to get this million dollar bill so label me the dope dealer I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2