Pakman

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skatterman] It's the Skat Man, raised on the block Pushin them packs, man, hard, soft and rock I bring it back, man, even when it's hot If you infoltrate the team, I'll make it clap, man Way before the dates and the rap fans You can find me, 20 years old, tryna stack grams Automatic in my lap, man Always down for the cat-scan Put the work in the trash can Blow half on the OZ, so when the Summer come, I can smash, man Puttin bricks on boats, gettin drunk off of mad dog 20 20, that's how I was raised Went from 30 bucks to throwin a watch in the boll To a nigga giving orders, to making them young niggas desifer the codes Got the green, got the white for your nose Survin cream to the feends, walkin around with a pipe in they rolls From the plastic to the trap stove I take the game and spell it out for all my hustlers doing life in the hold It's the [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Tech N9ne] Pakman, you want it, then I got it Pakman, I'm all about my prodict Pakman, got everything you need Pakman, pistols, coke and weed [Verse 2: Snug Brim] I guess you amuse me, that's why I talk to my piece My homie Pakman, the only nigga to talk with his beef Went off the leash, still put 5 on the grill You rather get billed, or take that thing off my waist, and get killed I can't control it, he be speaking in tongues Your boy get dangerous, hit the streets, and leave a leak in your lungs I hops the cap, got a little homie that'll drop you flat Only 10 inches, weigh about 4 pounds, it'll rock you back With Pakman, I got the strap, man Black knives, 45s, APs, AKs AR15s, plus them packs, man Don't run your mouth, if you ain't ready for that funk shit It's deadly when I walk out, I got a Smith And Wesson in my trunk Catch you slippin up on the streets without my faithfull, my Billy I'll give you a face full, you silly Niggas ain't heard my tracks, man I hit you with the black hand You best run from Pakman [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Tech N9ne] Pakman, you want it, then I got it Pakman, I'm all about my prodict Pakman, got everything you need Pakman, pistols, coke and weed [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] There's a new rooky on the 14, he's strapped up, he's lookin Through every nook and cranny, spottin his box, it's hard to shake him This pussy given woody for pudding Niggas in choakholds, bitches will try to book you for lookin wrong I'm out here tryna get a brand new loan Flip this pack so I can scat, that's why I'm seldom at home My invintory is gettin big, there's a constant interfearance You pussy, you ain't manly, you the pig of the streets Call him Pakman, he ain't even go to class Illegally searching places, checking these nigga's asses And giving these snitches passes It's only 1 room in this town for a clown It's either him or me, so buck Then Imma duck, then bust That's how I live Pick them up Nigga, I don't give a shit, back to how it used to be I took his life, it's either you or me I had to kill that nigga [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Tech N9ne] Pakman, you want it, then I got it Pakman, I'm all about my prodict Pakman, got everything you need Pakman, pistols, coke and weed