[Mr. Shadow]



It's the master of the dark



Stalkin anybody talking about the incident



Tryin to blow it like if I was the president



Narcotic selling resident



Makin ends daily



Fuck being locked in Bailey



Boo I got to feed my baby



And maybe lately



You've been havin dreams



Of this mothafucka followin your steps



Where ever you may be



I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali



Where homies run up in bunches



Beat you crutches in the back of an alley



Call me Daddy



When you come before my presence



If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic



Like a present, adolesence



Gun Slangers where I come from



That big Woptown Crazies



Is the gangsters that you run from



Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical



I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual



It's pitiful to see a fool die like a bitch



But that's the way it goes



When you're got up in the mix you trick







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It's the mind of a sick man



But can you blame me



Mothafuckas out to get me



Strap me down and incarcerate me



You got to beat down or get beat down



Rules of the game and ghetto streets clown



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[Mr. Shadow]



Pack a bowl inhale the smoke and a don't stop



Cause in my part of the block



We pack glocks and grow crops



If you cross through my hood



It'd be like crossin through



The Brumueta Triangle



Find your body floating



With signs of bein strangled



I disable body's like a cripple



Strike em with an axe



With a natural high



I relax when I smoke my crypto



Slang crystal



On my hip I got my pistol



You wanna be a victim



Come on fool don't make me whistle



Scitzo... phranic



Eye lids always slanted



Death wish granted



When I draw my automatic



Dramatic



People say I'm satanic



For my actions



Knock on your front door



When you answer



Find me blastin



Attackin straight jackin



211 on my rivalry



Inside of me



There passion for armed robbery



So possibly



It's just that I'm a mothafuckin nut



Plan and simple homie



I just don't give a mad fuck







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[Mr. Shadow]



Now fuck beatin around the bush



I straight smoke em



Find me a mothafucka that's a snitch



And straight choke em



In blood we soak em



Ain't no joke



I love to make a mothafucka buckel



Give a sign and watch my boys rush you



In a couple



Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics



4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic



It's ironic pounds of chronic



When I blaze



The place is full of gangstas



Fuck a rebel and rave



My behavior is negative



So stop runnin



If not it'll be your relative



The one I'm gunnin



Blunted, wanted by America's Most



Cause the shit that I be rappin



Makes a fool wanna over... dose



Black roses after hyptnosis



Send your wife your hand



As a gift with paid postage



Now you know it ain't no game



In my town



Where the ballers make it happen



And the hood hoppers get beat down







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