Iâ??m the ^!$$% walkin with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ainâ??t the type of brother made for you to start testin

Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson Iâ??ll have ^!$$%s undressin
Iâ??m rollin with a mob and runnin from the cops
Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks

A !@!@&& addict, if ^!$$%s want static
They had it, cause I flip just like a acrobatic
Iâ??m always on the corners rollin up Sess

When I dress itâ??s never nothin less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin sins and my friends sell crack

I got it goin on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certified, keep a Rent-A-Ride

Strippin mad hoes and kick em to the side
See Iâ??m the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
Start a lot of %#@! and shoot at out of towners

At every block party, I try to catch a body
Or for props, till your pops call the cops
See now Iâ??m on the run, but still havin fun

Livin by the Mac, my gear is all black
I keep killin, because Iâ??m ready and Iâ??m willin
And Iâ??m a villian

What?
What?
Wha-a-a-t?

I got beef with the President and still lovin it
Tryin to make plans to overthrow the government
It wonâ??t work cause ^!$$%s donâ??t believe enough

Theyâ??d rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
Iâ??m runnin rich, you donâ??t like the sound of this
Rebel, but this country doesnâ??t want me

Theyâ??d rather hunt me, but theyâ??d never catch us all
Why you $#&@in with the dealers while youâ??re sticking up the malls?
Full of anger, all about danger

Pullin out my banger, stabbin up a stranger
I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep
I use a whole lot of slang when I speak

Walkin with a vest, the projects is where I rest
And the streets keep me stressed
Staring at your face, waiting for you to make a sound

Thatâ??s when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
All in black, and put you in a box
A hard rock with a .25 in my socks

Aiming at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands
Iâ??m buckwild like Billy Van Danns
Prince of pistolers, words are crystal clear

And issues of fear
The maniac keeps killing, Iâ??m known as a outlaw
Cause Iâ??m a villain

What?
What?
Wha-a-a-t?

I keep pullin tricks out the barrels of a Magnum
Put em to sleep and leave the Doc to tag them
A outlaw, although I never wear a holster

In every county you see my face thatâ??s on a poster
Hear so many gunshots my eardrums should pop
I sight ya stop, Iâ??m seeing mad ^!$$%s drop

To the concrete, I got police puttin chalk on the street
And this is done once a week
Iâ??m out to kill, like Navy Seals

Iâ??m crazy ill, and what I canâ??t do my .380 will
I never play with a AK
Because Iâ??m fine with a .9 and if caught Iâ??ll do lesser time

Sometimes you gotta plan %#@!, and understand it
See Iâ??m a bandit whose handâ??ll itch
Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin it

I stay blooded Iâ??m the projectâ??s most wanted
My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and your radioâ??s the Automatic

So when Iâ??m in your town, â??duck downâ??
I take fire whatever you desire
But Iâ??m on point you might miss

Never fight this, should be sightless when I strike this
So roll the dice, Iâ??m stoppin a blimp
Itâ??s ill how I got the pen droppin the ink
No one can stop this Apocalypse
Show your record player a method layer so run until youâ??re Mayor

Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer
Iâ??m the New York City slayer
I play high post and then lay low
Parlay slow I wear horns, not a halo
And keep killin

Cause Iâ??m a villian