Legendary Weapons

））））I flip guns like a stock trader （get money!!）Theodore rush the floor,we attack like Al'QaedaSuicide missionary,black activistNice with the tongue,I'm a verbal type masochistTall body, my skin got Teflon fibersDodge bullets,rock chains the size of barbed wireRoll big blunts,a whole ounce of reeferRocked that "Black and Yellow" before Wiz KhalifaIt's a killer bee color scheme,I blow mega creamBingos face before I scream,know what I mean?Like Billie Jean,lightin up the floor when I walkThis is Staten Island,New York, eighty-seven cheeba hawkNo pork, no swine on the riderIf your chick loose or tighter,I'ma still get inside herRebel porn star, thick like Dick SwellingtonBeat the pussy up, leave it soft like gelatin（"What the hell is going on here?"）（"Man m-man m-man man I'm not playin, I kick the rough shit"）（"Say what?"） （"I'm not I'm not I'm not playin"））（"Right now, I'm teaching school"））（"Yo…"） （"You don't wanna get too close to that man's razor"）（"You about to get cut up"）You know the M.O., could never be in limboNo live have I die 'fore I cough up infoBoss shit intro, horse dick nymphoSmooth on the chicks like a ride on dick tempoImprint flow make your bottom bitch unrobeSoft pushin in-sole, stroll on tracksIn the back of the bar when they told on blackPlaques on plaques, got racks on racksSo no need to ask why he act all thatKing Cognac, got a thing for them gatsI'm Hades offspring, I'm a fiend for the factsSwing on the map, overseas with the G'sIn South Cackalak tryin to squeeze me some cheeseBreezed on the D's when they tailed on the pipeAbout the same time I exhaled on the micThe name AZ rings bells on site（"What the hell is going on here?"）（"Man m-man m-man man I'm not playin, I kick the rough shit"）（"I offer you, REALITY!"））（"Right now, I'm teaching school"））（"Yo…"） （"You don't wanna get too close to that man's razor"）（"You about to get cut up"）I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocketHella cool dude and I won't hesitate to pop itStill a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrineRoll with mad killers, my niggaz regulate the projectsI'm hard body, I keep a John GottiYou keep it Bon Jovi, you wear a thong probably
Blaow! Nigga you fuckin with a sick puppyB'ville up in this bitch it's 'bout to get uglyI could tell you I'm hood, but y'all should already knowMy affiliation of Wu contribute to the globeI'm worlwide with it for sho'; you better checkor get laced up from your face up and left offWe don't just do it, we do it to death （y'all）Better respect some shit or we'll ruin your rep （c'mon!）The realness, that split this, kill or be killed shitIt's still kill or be killed should of never concealed it（"What the hell is going on here?"）（"Man m-man m-man man I'm not playin, I kick the rough shit"）（"Say what?"） （"I'm not I'm not I'm not playin"））（"Right now, I'm teaching school"））（"Yo…"） （"You don't wanna get too close to that man's razor"）（"You about to get cut up"））