Rise of the Machines E

Niggas acting like I fell off. Was too busy mashing down rocks till they fell Off. Uh. Or busy mashing rocks on them niggas Who were to tell off. Bitches. Shell hit your side face, your whole head Swell up. La-la-la-la. Like a blowfish, guns move with fist Blow. Sticky in my hoods, still rolling round in A fish bowl. Sticky yo. My got touched in his wig though. I was out there, I never had time for Discos. Oh. Youse had the M, I had the Fifth though. Trying to catch an M in the AM, ah yeah we skiff those. Ah yeah those. Submachine and two pistols. Bitch, I'm MC Hammer because I spit and let My shit drop. Like. All my donnies be getting paid. Bun through Belvedere music, these brothers is on Their way. Way. We on the GMT, they still Sipping on E&J. You know I got it on me, ain't no Rapping with me today. Uh-uh. Three eight shotguns, four fives. Check, check. Four fours, Glock guns, three fives. Three twos. Smith fees, star nines. One up cuzzie, then the Mac 10 flies. Now machine guns and pistols. Boom. You slip with no gun, then you're piss Poor. Poor. I might hit you-Shoot with the Rifle and that there will leave you holy like The Bible. Take you to church now. Niggas acting like I'm quiet. The gangsters move in silence, so I whisper, "You Should try it." You faking jacks cousin, I ain't trying to buy it. Nope. I call my bangers because right now we're starting Riot like. 600 Benz when we riding. Yeah, it's a ringer, why you think the thing Excited? Boom. Slap it on a violator as soon As we sight him. Even on a high road Like we ain't never heard of triangle. Now what you yo? The bangers love me. Come we make our own city, call it Babylon Street. Uh-uh. No federalis, because it's Babylon Street. Uh-uh, This is modern warfare, I got the Twamy on me. You get it, you get it. Told them I'm just trying to eat. Boom. My don copped a new jersey, told them I'm just trying to beat. Boom. Snapbacks on my head and Nikes on my feet. Now what you say just win, win, win because Nigga we don't like defeat. Three eight shotguns, four fives. Check, Four fours, Glock guns, three fives. Three twos. Three Smith fees, star nines. One up cuzzie, then the Mac 10 flies. Now what you say guns and pistols. Boom. You slip with no gun, then you're piss Poor. I might hit you-Shoot with the rifle And that there will leave you holy like the Bible. Take you to church