mop stick to ya gunz appreciation

[the rhyme king]

 

[the rhyme king]

Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in nikkaz spleens
So head for the hills, nikka cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fukkin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fukkin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin nikkaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three nikkaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfukkers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfukkin map nikka we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shyt up and leave your hit up for the funds
nikkaz better stick to they guns


Kool g rap murked them nikkas

 

[infamousred]

perfect example of gettin murdered on your own shiit.

that beat