It's those guys, man
It's the $#&@ing bankers, the politicians

They the ones, don't wanna make !@%!e illegal
So they can make the $#&@ing money
And then they get the $#&@ing votes

You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!



Trash... yes!
(And close the $#&@ing door, man) Wu-Tang!
($#&@ing idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo....

(Stand... %#@! man, $#&@ these mother$#&@ers, come on, man)
^!$$% what!



CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous

Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Ur !@#*
Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers

Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting

Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bull%#@!, few men got tired of me

My ^!$$%z is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
Explain the saga, $#&@ yo, your chain liver
$#&@ the blinging, have my money by five, to me

Ya'll 'pose to bring it, $#&@ you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three



Jealous $$# ^!$$%z can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a broke down $#&@in' Mazda

Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it

My bread is larger, ^!$$%, you can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal, now a ^!$$% can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded



What's that smell? Rat piss and possum #~!!@

(*##$ don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
I'm back with some haters, they wipe %#@! and blast !@#( up
Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed

Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
Rap is boring, ^!$$%z need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles

Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio

Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you

Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon