Oh yeah
That's right
The unexpected

Mother$#&@ers
That's how we're doing it one more time
Mr. Shadow and the Lil' Uno

That's right
Walking through your neighborhoods
Bringing the drama

In your hallways, cellblocks
Beyond Entertainment, so peep game
Mother$#&@ers, here we go



I buck fools, I smoke em and I lay em

Pay em no respect, still got the bayonet
Lil' brings static just to get you automatic
Reach for your piece or you end up deceased

(*##$ mother$#&@er, see you outta know
You can't $#&@ around with the Lil' Uno
Sitting short quarters, Sicko style ballers

Mother$#&@ a (*##$, we're all about the dollars
Live, bounce to the mother$#&@ing ounce
I heard it through the vine that you need to plug and ounce

Now hit my boy speedy, left your man bleedy
All up at the killer, and that's on the for reala
That's what he gets $#&@ing around with a grand dealer

Feel the wrath flowing through your veins
Psycho mother$#&@ers that be sick up in the brain
Dropping all these bombas with my ^!$$% Sombra



The Mistahs, the Mistahs

Walking through your hallways
The Mistahs, the Mistahs
Talking %#@! all day

The Mistahs, the Mistahs
Walking through your cellblocks
The Mistahs, the Mistahs

$#&@ around and get shot



I have started on the avenue of catching possessions
Mother$#&@ an eye witness if they make a confession
They stressing, I'm teaching lessons like Professor Smith and Wessun

I got deadly ambitions like playing tag with ammunition, listen
Since I was born I've had a fetish for murder
It's Mr. Shadow and Lil' One stashing bones by the border

You heard of us, a mother$#&@er getting rid of evidence
Catch a case like the president for blasting at your residence
Creating drama, better keep them walking if they're watching

They better not be talking, find their bodies cold for gawking
Then he can be a king or a street sweeper
But everybody dances with the mother$#&@ing Grim Reaper

I keep a son of a (*##$ in fear everyday of every year
So I say $#&@ a rival and his mother's tears
It's Mr. Shadow right behind you but you call me Mr.

And guess who got your sister wigging, it was me and Whisper





I've been in as many wars as the world's got !@^%s

I'm the lyrical, critical, psycho individual
Not even a miracle could ever stop my ritual
Kicking all the mad %#@! like I knew I would

What's the matter mother$#&@er, had a doubt that I could
Well now I'm hooked up like a fiend on some uncut %#@!
Overdosing out this Lil' One hits

Now fits is what he gets, let me sit and reminice
When I feed him thirty six in the corner selling tapes
The fourty four, the buzz, ever wonder who I was

The one with the bottle, fought fatal for a while
And since I got the bottle everybody wanna borrow
I put that on the hood I got your money by tomorrow

And if you came through, then cool you was true
But if you didn't pay me you really didn't fade me
I still got the money, the bottle, and the clout mother$#&@ers