As I'm scoping out the middle, bow and arrow to my spinal
I hear the eagle calling as it's flying for it's final kill
I feel the sense of murder in my veins

Hiding bodies in turrains, night stalkers is the name
I read mother$#&@ers like a scripture, you see the picture
Your face down staring at the snake that bit ya

Hit ya with the feeling, I went in and brought em with death
Not even the Holy Spirit can hear em gasping for breath
Nothing left but a body, dangling, hanging from the tree

Evidence of struggle inflicted by me the young G
Out of America's finest, the 619 is your boundary
The county of the wicked's where you found me

I'm out thugging like a mother$#&@er
Making a living, I'm unforgiven, you best believe I'll buck ya
I ain't no killer but don't press your luck

Cuz if you're $#&@ing with my ends it be like $#&@ing with my blunt punk

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When the sun goes down you hear the wolf cry
Thugs don't die, we multiply
So put your money where your mouth is and handle business

$#&@ a witness, become a victim of my hit list

Now check my status, I got these mother$#&@ers ducking

If you be owing me duckets you better pay before I start dumping
A little something for that $$# to make you fly straight
If not I'll make your own people ship you in the wooden crate

The mental state of mine is strickly $#&@ a foe, $#&@ a hoe
$#&@ everything around you that ain't making dough
I gotta hustle everyday, make sure I get my pay

My lady's getting (*##$y cuz the baby's on the way
I pray to God that I make it through
Yeah, I know that I'm a fool but what the $#&@ is it to you

I used to sell dimes, quarters and ounces
Now I push keys overseas when I'm bouncing
Lounging in a different state, counting stacks

Worldwide ballers know that Shadow got the fat sacks
Packs of blunts being rolled up so busters when I show up
You know you're caught up in a $#&@ing hold up


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