Mark 4ord - Right of Passage lyrics

[Intro] All the animals come out at night who*es, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies Sick, venal Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets Central Coast (Body Bag) Oxnard, 805 sh*t (Bugzy, Mark 4ord) [Verse 1: Body Bag Ben] [?][0:39], dog let the Uzi spray Keep the dust in the waistband like Chun-Li at the kumite Oil got 'em pokin' his chest up, pitchfork poke a hole in his snout Wet the soil when the TEC shout Huh, for the chicken sh*t gettin' sweet and sour Earth wind and fire in the powder, see you in a hour Facts, don't hold back, run up on 'em for a rack Pull the strap, metal on my hip like Bo Jack' Huh, lungs full of doja, b*tch like Doja Bust it open, pour the cola, madе it off the roller Huh, a genеral still a soldier Let the whopper go, got twin cans like he Stone Cold Woah, smokin' sour, pack the mini-MAC sh*t wet 'em up like the inside of Bizarre shower cap Huh, blood in the water look like a shark attack Keep the pump on my lap, stupid, you want no part of that Buy it back then he up the price He ain't got a dog in this fight, they all bark with no bite Light the kisha, now we takin' flight It's a cold world, throw up your sign, goons is there like the Dark Knight Huh, won't comprimise my guys, sorry Would rather fall on my own sword like a hara-kiri He zonin', run the Earth like a Ronin, listen Flew in to work, fu*ked they nose up like they Owen Wilson [Chorus] Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche [Verse 2: Mark 4ord] West coast klepto, I'm stealin' on the beat (Gimme that) The game filled up with rap ni**as I never wanna meet (Never wan' meet) Motherfu*kers cashin' checks with no evidence (With no evidence) Doesn't shoot, your metal in disbelief, I'm peddlin' in receipts like Guala stackin' chicken while I'm blazin' half Wrecked the Impala, that's a boat, so I'ma make the raft Navigate this sh*t, supply ni**as when exchangin' caps (Yeah) Business with Jamaican man, I seen in my adjacent paths (Last night) I'm in my prime, huh, I ain't even cracked the top (Nah) ni**as outta line, I draw 'em in when that ratchet pop (Brap, brap) ni**as wanna be gang 'til it's time to whack 'em, huh? (Whack em, huh?) Feelin' like a astronaut, that .45 blastin' off (Brrt) I'm in the kitchen like I'm whippin', into grippin' pots (Every day) Cinema and beats, there's no limits to how I'm gettin' off (Nah) Criminal intent elevated and I'm switchin' plots Body Bag Ben, I'm just flexin metaphysic thoughts Blackin' out like I'm lost (Watch), but I'm really knocked off (Look) Maneuver through the road bumps, detours and the potholes (And the potholes) First of the month crazy busy, I'll put that on the gospels Wish my ni**as still here, guess I'll meet 'em at the crossroads, uh (You get it?) Picture perfect like it's Kodak (Ch-chk) Loyalty is everything, know we had to show that (Know we had to show that) Once you sell your soul ain't no way you get your soul back (Nuh-uh) Pour liquor on the curb where the bust, stretched my bro at, it's 4-racks, ni**a [Chorus] Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche [Verse 3: Supreme Cerebral] No ties with Lucifer, Taliban executioner Recruitin' from the root of a Judas loses your true colors Shoot at us, we shoot back, relapse to the maniacs Strapped like dyke sex, it's priceless when I write scripts Decisive as Tyson's right fist, I'm the nicest Beat you lifeless, they despise us where you likes us Kilos in Chryslers, meth like Crystal Geyser For high prices, sacrifices when into crisis It's hard knocks, my darts lodged leaves large knots I'm a guard dog who sells rocks on four blocks When the bar drops, I'm sippin' Ace and Veuve Clic' Let the people speak, they say I'm a beast, sixteens unique As albinos, keep you a wife and a side ho Shut your piehole, bodies get wrapped like gyros On a side note, you can die slow, my divine notes a cyclone of hope Devote what I compose to the unknown, it's known [Chorus] Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche Pull that nine out my pocket, I'm lyin I pull that MAC out the closet, start firin' For you cats outta pocket— Guarant— Guar— Guar— Guaranteed to eat this toast Slide through— Slide through your hood like a avalanche