| [Verse 1:] | |
| It's Blaq Po' I'm on a killing spree | |
| Y'all niggas gonna remember me | |
| Warlord, hardcore, goin' down in history | |
| Nigga ain't no mystery | |
| The.44 guarantees a flawless victory | |
| Y'all niggas ain't shit to me | |
| I got the skills to lyrically crush you | |
| I got them things that reach out and touch you | |
| Viciously fuck you up, something horrible | |
| Let Lil Wayne and T-Pain keep playing in the carnival | |
| While I rebuild this rap shit from scratch, kid | |
| I got the Blaqprint, this shit is like crack, kid | |
| I make you want it more | |
| Got you searching on the floor | |
| Got you climbing up the walls | |
| Who hears? Who ball? | |
| Nobody coming harder than me | |
| Every day, getting more harder to see | |
| Follow a G | |
| Cus I'm parting the sea | |
| Who want drama with me? | |
| You might aswell point the llama at your college squeeze | |
| [Hook:] | |
| This shit ain't no joke | |
| This shit is pure dope | |
| Be easy, young blood | |
| Careful, young folk | |
| It's getting rough now | |
| Niggas all hush now | |
| Tiptoeing around | |
| Trying not to get shook down | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| The more bars I spit the more barbaric it get | |
| The more blood drip, flooding the public | |
| My niggas hugging the strip, this for ya'll niggas | |
| Get that money, watch them unmarked cars niggas | |
| And for the rest of you lames just pay attention | |
| My name is in flames, stop your complaining and bitching | |
| I'm murdering main competition trigger finger itching | |
| I'm so ill it's sickening, like E pills and mixing | |
| Who ever wanted? What, what? I'm still on it, still | |
| Red eye blunted, still keep it 100 | |
| Rip the book bag off you backpackers | |
| And smack the shit outta all you whack rappers | |
| I got screwy-Louie, cave-milly running through me | |
| I'm possessed by all the Queensbridge fallen goonies | |
| It's about to get ten times worse | |
| Got the haze for my head, and the henny for my thirst | |
| I won't stop until the end of my days | |
| I'm like double your age in a rage running craz' | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Movie sample:] | |
| "I told y'all little niggas, don't fuck with me but you wanna fuck with a nigga, right? I tried to be a good motherfucking nigga but I can't be because little bitch ass niggas wanna fuck with me. You want to fuck with a nigga, right? You want a nigga who got two stripes on him to go to jail for life! " |