the mist [Unverified], won't cease to exist I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss A warrior waiting for Armageddon I get serious as hell when
for yours, or get nothin at all This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin Watch my back and don't start slippin
socket, takin' money out they pocket Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket Pussy start wars, turn bitches into stars Get goose behind
fi mi bwoys dem shoot up di car Send fi di shottas then tell dem a war All yuh fools should know who we are Neva yuh disrespect no star Crazy!!! Yuh know
T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 Blast Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
stand up straight, aren't ya? Couple rape charges, people think you're a monster The police constantly buggin' ya non-stop I walk up on ya, well, "Hello
that pushin', man it's time for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11 [
found a star, [what's deal god, I heard you got some] I've found a star, [bad news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right
noses Niggas love those expensive cars Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar? An amazon woman from the stripbar God, it varies, Halley Berry, stars
are trouble too Next time a guy try to give you a play just turn your head and dis him and walk away Excuse me ice cream tee Hello how do you do Quite
{"Put some money on it"} [Joe Budden] Low tints on the CL, gray coupe Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose Focus pimpin - all my shooters
stick smoked I got the elephantitus styles superior stroke Of genius, I spoke and hell broke loose I saturated the streets, 'fatuated by drum beats My heat, so-lar, warms the po-lar Melting glaciers, I are shooting star
to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start I stay strapped
my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell You're dancin
your door Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell you are I dont give a damn about your car Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell
Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear? By the time you see him That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear? Light
I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at stars Its
tips i tied gasoline soaked rags, Climbed up with the zippo, Lit em all of into the sky, A trail of black smoke leading into the sky. I bought some chinese stars