Shyne - Psalms 68 (Guns & Moses) lyrics

This little buster name the Game wanna rhyme like Po Cuz I rhyme like gold I rhyme like, I be climbin' out that rolls The nine I let it blow Put 5 up in ya clothes Head shots leave you slumped, dumped and reclinin' at ya door Oh' This is blasphemy Ya whole entire career patterned after me I got shooters out in Cali that will blast for me Your forgot, I put your chest where your back should be Tech squeeze off rapidly I'm in Paris at the Plaza, blood, ask for me You little ungrateful ba*tard forgot to say your grace after me Now bow down pay homage and ask to breathe Yea' Shyne Michael or Moses Homicidal motives You thinkin' this is showbiz I will put you with the blowfish Hand on my toasters Lamborghini roasters I gave these rappers life but I will turn them into ghosts Maloy apostle gospel new god flow I blew breath into your nostrils Only god knows I'm the idol that you bow to Realest alive, your red flag is a costume This mobsters j**ish The talk is useless You wanna box? I put you in a box with embalming fluid I bomb with Rugers Dump you in the pond with sewage I put that on Big Wolf: I ain't suin' Hold up Get what you came for You the big bad blood, what you scared for? Shoot the bu*terfly off your face Tell Jesus Peace and I will smile at your wake