Charge or plug in this weapon of mass destruction Lyrically rippin' -- flippin' 'em with shots I be lickin' They bent back -- economy size to ten-packs No frontin' -- check it the red coats are comin' Thievin' -- son run ya mic -- then leavin' Half-up the stash in an orderly fash It's fully automatic -- the way the addicts wanna grab it Double clutch -- shift -- down-thrust -- who wanna touch? Solid steel -- ice cold to the feel Pressed up against ya gut -- so NOW WHAT? Talk smack and -- get ya left eye blackened Attack you from the back when you act like that I pack a 4 pound with omni-directional sound Set to pull it -- yo -- who's number one with a bullet? Set it off -- gas down ya uptown loft and then Spit fire -- disconnect ya ground wire You see that? Attackin' the track with mad feedback God status -- sprinklin' ashes on the fascist Black flag -- contain snakes in black bags Fuck a Navigator -- plottin' my path with a calculator I wanna see decimal points shift Until ! my piece increase from 1/3 to 4/5 You'll get some -- delicately I dust ya tongue Stick it out -- you 'bout to feel ya mouth go numb... "Now you said all that to say WHAT? Money, money...????" They disbelievin' -- we speakin' w/o breathin' Solicitate words w/o meanin' Cash, drugs and sex triple teamin' the tracks and leavin voids In spots where cops used to be employed Lick off shots and rep ya block -- wet the blacktop Rock that Gloc out the stash box -- BLOW You wanna test the influence of the hook ...
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