Lyrics

*Mr. Shadow talking* Aha ha ha Yea!! Wassup?! It's Mr. Shadow back up in here! For the '99! Beyond Entertainment style Vicious Man Funk style Bald Headed Individual style haha Check it out! [Verse 1] Can you hear the gangsta bounce As I step up in the house? I got chu wonderin' Who am I the one that leave's them sufferin' Never under estimate the actions of a young baller Swervin' in Impala's, lowered back, (?) and stackin' dollar's I roll with outlaws, real g's, ex-con parolees Ready to put in work on all you bustas And phoneys, impostors, get tossed up Hear the top of individuals that'll get chu crossed up Locked up! Wassup! With these guppies actin' strange Don't make me get the gauge, cock one back and rearrange Your need to change your ways, if you wanna be respected You better stay away or a hit will be attempted On you and your boys cause we make much noise We play with chrome toy's from S.D. to Illinois I got no choice but to live by the sword For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord! [Hook 2x] From the dark side of S.D You all know me It's the one man battalion The one and only Livin' like a champ Nothin but sickos In my camp Ready to wipe one off the map At the drop of a hat! [Verse 2] Guess who's back still on probation? On my way to test I'm thinkin' 'Will I slip and face incarceration' Nothin' to explain I'ma put it plain and simple Since I was an adolescent; learned to pack a pistol With sickos on the loose I got my weapon and my boots Instead of reading books I was hanging with the crooks And now it looks the same; nothin' really change Except a few accounts in the bank under my name I never like to blink when I'm staring at a cop Cause their venomous like snakes Fool! I put that on the spot Pops always told me never to (?) like these Tryna play a hate-a hustla for his cars and G's But see, I got more priors I'm a wrecka then Richard I'll be the one that'll lynch ya And put a frame around your picture Hit cha with the style you never heard before Disrespect and I'mma have you wishin' you were never born! Chorus 2x Can you feel the bass thumpin'? Let me ask you somethin' Have you ever heard a beat like this bump in your trunk Ain't no future if you front like the bomb I caused a panic, got chu runnin' out bullets Cause my boys pack automatic's I have it in my blood to be a warrior If he gots some static I'll let chu have it Fool, I'm warnin' ya! (warnin' ya) Better strap a vest, ain't no playin' in the west And when they lay my ass to rest, I want my city on my chest (Let go) If you try to test my skills, I'mma show you how it feels and uh Why Jack and Jill never came down from the hill and uh I'm strikin' enemies like them (?) in Vietnam Piss me off, I'll go off set a bomb and drop it on Sadam (boom) I'm crazy with my tools, me and my dogs play (?) Disrespect and man you'll end up in the vet in the (?) Sooner then your think it, faster then you blink I'm standing right behind you here to see your ship sink boy! Chorus 2x