(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a n***a just might go
Spray the whole town 'cause a n***a is a schitzo
Little freaky deetch try to say a n***a mean
But I'm sprayin punk a** with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that sh** fo?), lay your punk a** 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 mothaf**in mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothaf**in call it what you want to
(I call my sh** a gun), well I call my sh** the make-room
Mothaf**a Mothaf**a mothaf**a pretty soon
Since you're on my f**in penis
why don't you drop to your f**in knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mothaf**in day, n***a
Ya f**in wit the wrong one, psycho a** lunatic
n***a that is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothaf**in name
I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I watch the n***a head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my mothaf**in sawed off
Duck while the body rot, n***a still on the plot
But next time, I use my mothaf**in Glock (chorus)
To the old school n***a where I'm known the most
Hunter's Point, give it up smooth Knick knack paddy wack, give a b**h a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off n***as backs
But it ain't no thang, my b**h in the dope game
And I gotta ride, k**, and maintain my mothaf**in biz wax
A n***a's fin to get tax, a n***a goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothaf**in rebel (a crazy a** basket)
Punk mothaf**a just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothaf**in 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
finna shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothaf**in back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
b**h gimme some mothaf**in zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green gra**
But I'm not trippin, a n***a gotta k** time
Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothaf**in window
The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
f** that sh** gimme a break down before I get ill Chorus I'm startin off my last verse, five n***as in a hearse
f**in wit me should've checked his f**in head first
I pulled out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothaf**as weren't prepared for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing
Got four in the head and one in the dinga ling
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
'cause the villian on the under is about to flow
I'm a n***a 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 'cause I'm a product of a violent society
And that's the why the sh** 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 n***as get burned Chorus