s.o.d.

Lyrics

, yo, i'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician, tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking, schizophrenic, up in the kitchen, with a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it, we check the barrel and start respinnin' it, we i start, medics, start sowing and restitching them, my constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium, stay grippin'' em, i've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance, that will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates, envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness, i rhyme with sid vicious viciousness, you be kiddin, soft like kittens, my grills are pit bulls they will kill when i say sick'em, restrain me, restrict me, i'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga, you got a problem with e, if you got a problem, come a holla at me, and if you want it, we can get it started, plus i got the whole squad siding with me, let the catty spray and wet up the matinee, smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake, violate and i will retaliate, i don't battle fake niggaz, i'm heavyweight nigga, gmg, fam, we gladly hotta, behold the sorcerer's stone like harry potter, and i'm like harry potta, we scary riders, can't get near the dadda, i swear to god i'll come find where you hidin', have my high, finding beamers and ninas, leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna, i'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you, ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you, this message intended to, who's ever offended duke, yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too, so don't test me, i don't wanna do this shit to you, live from the ny state, and i got one question, guess what's in my waste, ya'll got me pisted off slick talk, to get that jacob watch, i'll cut your wrist off, i'm in the limo too long to turn, and this motherfuckin' dutch taking long to burn, i'm impatient, this is a song you learn, make money, take money, and i'm hear to confirm my occupation, the new boss of course, the new porsche, i pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off, you too soft, red cafe from new york, i tell a bitch quick, i'm hot can't cool off, i twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos, my firearms stick to my waste like velcro, it's r.c. nothing phony about me, with e double the o.g. you know me, yeah i know, you never expect me to anchor, i bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters, i run dmcs, from rappers that's petter piper, i am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man, i'm not m.j. i'm a lover and a fighter, that's why i'm in d.c. now, looking for the sniper, i came in the game with hoodies and timberlands, hard since cypress hill been wanting to kill a man, i did time, a thirteen year bid, i'm gutter e, i'm hanging on the side of crib, i'm a fan, but i hate what you're doing, whenever you performing shows it's me booing, ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty, dog, ya need more team to get me, i'm a g, and my unit come through like fifty,