[Mr. Shadow]
It's the advocate of gangstarism
I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison

Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die
Snatch a mother$#&@er for bluffing and they wonder why
Oh my , who am I?? The stalker of the night

Still crepping through them darkest of them streets
With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves
Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes

Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes
The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes

Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
I'm the reason why they call it medication
It's the return of the One Man Batallion

(*##$ slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun
Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat
Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat


[Chorus x2]
One, Two many mother$#&@ers wanna blast me

But when they see me they walk right pass me
Acting like a bunch of little tricks
But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick


[Mr. Shadow]
I got dank that'll make a mother$#&@er think, I for living

I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven
All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest
so when you smoke with me and Diablo

Mother$#&@ers bring you own, stoned like a mother$#&@er cloud nine
Beep as I recline, getting high $#&@ one time
Mind elevated banging daily on these streets

Where my soldiers play for keeps
And the grim always rips, this shady sons of !@#%s
Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag

Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line
Fool you wanna test mine come meet a mother$#&@er
Feell the heat and see that I never waste time

Ain't no next time, (*##$ I roll in the West
%#@! is so $#&@en hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest
Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day

Drug dealing to get payed so $#&@ you, were all the same

[Chorus]


[Mr. Shadow]
One, two many mother$#&@ers wanna burry me

They think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me
To reach for my mother$#&@ing weapon. stop supressing
Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything

From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
Be $#&@ing up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking
We are already mother$#&@er thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking

Straight blasting on the otherside
$#&@ attempted murder I'ma go and for a homocide
Wicked, why do mother$#&@ers try to get sick

If they know that It don't amount to %#@!
Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons
Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe

Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I know
no more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store