This is more than a rhyme,
it's a moment in time
Stop, listen to what's
going on in my mind
One
R -B -S, bam, in the bin
This is more than a rhyme,
it's a moment in time
Stop, listen to what's
going on in my mind
One hand on your shine,
one hand on the nine
Squeeze a hollow tip,
a chip of bone in your spine
May I remind these niggas,
I outline these niggas I've been doing them dirty, they say I'm 730
Catch me hollering, fuck it,
riding in the bucket
Tits on the regal, stunt nigga, I'll lay you
The hammer hit the shell,
I laid that ass in the fetal
Riding with the eagle,
you so cracked, me too
My flow so lethal, it should be illegal
Eight bars to make a nigga
want to kill people
This machine gon' funk, the
K in the trunk
With the clip loaded to the tip,
ready to dump
Walk up on him, hit him up,
where you niggas from?
Exchange a few words,
pull a plan made up
He got what he deserved
for trying to play me a punk
I'm in the hood,
posting daily with them semis and punks
Living 30,
riding dirty in the back of the trunk
Adrenaline pumping,
palms sweaty as fuck
SBR sittin' shotgun blowin' the blunt
When the shells start flyin'
better know how to run
If you ain't up on time
It's 40
Glocks to nine,
Cali
City's the game
And then the hunnid gettin' blunted,
get the fuck up the lane
Before the cannons start
kickin' and sprayin'
Shoot that shit, don't be a bitch,
let these niggas know
What's up with you, who you with?
We go for broke
Walk up to you at your crib,
kick in your dope
And lay your kids and your
bitch rough on the floor
It's a gang -bang -bang,
represent for the land
And try to pick as many off as you can
With your brownie gloves on,
homie, stick to the plan
I send a little homie zappy, yeah
S -A -I -E
CEREAL
KILLA
CEREAL
KILLA
CEREAL
KILLA
Wake up every mornin' to my
Lucky
Tom cereal
CEREAL
KILLA
CEREAL
KILLA
CEREAL
KILLA
Wake up every mornin' to my
Lucky
Tom cereal
Just one dose of my dope shit,
I have you floatin'
Higher than a motherfucker wide open
You need me, to know what to do next
My jewelry, my
Uzi'll over your neck
They call me
OPP, the
NYPD shit
They can't find the guns,
when they search my whip
Nigga this your danger zone,
welcome to hell
We finna die right now, cause nigga we kill
Gunfire, leave your kids at home
Cause them shots don't discriminate,
where they leave home
Here we go, it's another one,
I come for you son
Right at your wedding,
mad shots through your cover bun
I'm at your funeral, back for more
The family duck,
my bullets chip tombstones, yeah
Thalit and
Thal, write me a shit
This guerrilla unit infamous,
small, deep, bitch
We not partners or brothers, nah
Fuck out my face and meet your
God
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me,
what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial
Killer
Serial
Killer
Serial
Killer
Wake up every mornin' to my
Lucky
Charm
Cereal
Cereal
Killer
Cereal
Killer
Cereal
Killer
Wake up every mornin' to my
Lucky
Charm
Cereal