Shoestring's on the comeback  bust you bitches up off my threads
 Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed
 Been running from the law  been rocking war from my hideaway
 Fuck them bitches  hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
 Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a
 deadly
 war
 The bitches they call me Shoestring  the niggas they call me Skeletor
 Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer
 of
 your dope deal
 The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
 Murdered them on a Friday
 Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway
 Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
 My hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blow
 So they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my suitcase
 Somebody want to wet me up
 The feds are tryin to set me up
 Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes
 Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with
 your
 eyes closed
 Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle
 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
 Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
 This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump
 So motherfuck your cookie crew the Avenue be rollin through
 Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
 Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
 You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls
 So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me
 You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
 We can throw them thangs, play the same and i'm gone bust your nose
 Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with
 your
 eyes
 closed.
 Bootleg:
 Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology
 Actually rippin for salary its no formality
 To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically
 Financially money's the mission
 Motive the means, bodies for fishin
 Intuition got me trapped like Quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
 Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran
 In your head like Excederin, better than medicine
 Curing viruses hard as caluses
 Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like Dallas
 Competition is missing, being stragled from angles
 In position by magicians like mathematicians
 I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas
 Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
 I'm deadly like storms in Arizona
 I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
 diplomas
 Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
 Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
 Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper
 Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
 So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ????
 But couldn't creep away from its death
 One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin
 Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
 Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
 Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
 I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
 Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
 So he's drinkin 40's pullin ???? wishes
 Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes
 Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was runnin
 Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin
 Cash in chronic ???/
 Informer drug holder
 Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders
 Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
 But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip
 I flip on the scripture like I'm Apostle
 But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel
 Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle
 Didn't have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrow
 The path that I chose was to roll with my OG's
 Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose
 Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes closed
 Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a transmission
 Straight up slippin with his eyes closed
 And in my hood ain't no sightseeing
 Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in
 Only police will be lookin after the hearse roll
 And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes
 closed
 Watch your back, I'm creepin from the blind side
 Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide
 211 187 better call for back-up
 I'm a get to flyin heads, once i load my Mac up
 Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down
 We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town
 Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be exact
 It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back
 Before you catch a barrel to your dome G
 If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies
 Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
 Got no time for lames and I'm a stay the same
 I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what I do
 Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through
 Money and the power, bitches in the door
 Grippin on a nickle plated 44
 And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed