[Mr. Shadow]

It's the advocate of gangstarism

I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison

Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die

Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they wonder why

Oh my , who am I?? The stalker  of the night

Still crepping through them darkest of them streets

With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves

Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes

Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes

Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes

The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes

Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication

I'm the reason why they call it medication

It's the return of the One Man Batallion

Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun

Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat

Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat



[Chorus 2x]

One, Two many motherfuckers wanna blast me

But when they see me they walk right pass me

Acting like a bunch of little tricks

But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick



[Mr. Shadow]

I got dank that'll make a motherfucker think, I for living

I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven

All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest

so when you smoke with me and Diablo

Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud nine

Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one time

Mind elevated banging daily on these streets

Where my soldiers play for keeps

And the grim always rips, this shady sons of sluts

Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag

Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line

Fool you wanna test mine come meet a motherfucker

Feell the heat and see that I never waste time

Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the West

Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest

Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day

Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the same



[Chorus]



[Mr. Shadow]

One,  two many motherfuckers wanna burry me

They think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me

To reach for my motherfucking weapon. stop supressing

Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything

From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment

Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking

We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking

Straight blasting on the otherside

Fuck attempted murder I'ma go and for a homocide

Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get sick

If they know that It don't amount to shit

Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons

Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe

Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I know

no more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store