Sorta like a psycho  a nigga just might go
 Spray the whole town cuz a nigga is a schizo
 Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean
 But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine
 (What you gonna do that shit fo?)  lay your punk ass on the floor
 So you wanna be captain save a hoe?
 Rat a tat rat a rat rat a tat tat
 (Is that a cap gun?)  no it's my mothafuckin mac
 Or my deuce deuce  mothafuckin call it what you want to
 (I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room
 Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon
 Since you're on my fuckin penis
 why don't you drop to your fuckin knees
 Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah
 Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga
 Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic
 nigga that is all wrong
 B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin name
 I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
 Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
 Then I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin sawed off
 Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot
 But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock

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 To the old school nigga where I'm known the most
 Hunter's Point, give it up smooth

 Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack
 While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
 But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game
 And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
 A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
 A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass basket)
 Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson
 Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
 Is my mothafuckin moto
 But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me
 And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T
 Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
 feelin shake and bake em
 Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
 I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
 Bitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho
 Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
 Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
 But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
 Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
 Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin window
 The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
 But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
 Fuck that shit gimme a break down before I get ill

 Chorus

 I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse
 Fuckin wit me should've checked his fuckin head first
 I pulled out the U to the Z to the I
 Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide
 Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing
 Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin
 And if they didn't know me right now
 Then they'll never ever ever ever know me
 (Mr.Cee)
 So you should've be listenin from the get go
 Cuz the villian on the under is about to flow
 I'm a nigga that moves in silence
 And I get a head rush in the midst of violence
 A lot of people don't think highly
 The reason cuz I'm a product of a violent society
 And that's the why the shit goes
 Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold
 And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger
 You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger
 Yeah there's a lesson to be learned
 But no one took notes, so niggas get burned

 Chorus