Smashin

I could move a mountain, stop and parade I Could dump the president as long as I get Paid Bona fide bomber, don't test the armor I Got stocks, they love me like Barack Obama Ransack The garden, this green's for sale When you can See me it'll be a cold day in hell Your whole squad's skeptical, mental to your Testicles Pussy, bust you in the middle some Reticles Never was a threat, never was no harm Never was a factor, always a actor I'm the Type that'll come in and cause you harm Napalm Bomb in the palm of Saddam Kurupt, Osama bin riding us All bad my nigga, Ain't no good Savage, get chopped up like a Radish Classic, Kurupt in this motherfucker's Basking Fresh to death, you ain't got nothing to Say You talking bad now but when I show That AK Anyway, fuck what you talking 'bout, Niggas straight blasting Ask that question again, Niggas we straight scrapping Laugh now, I'm going on to the bank of pussy stank Twenty-three pounds of dank Stick you in your Stomach, nigga you really don't want it You Flaunting like a G When I catch you in The hood it's straight jumping It's on and cracking, Your bitch that I'm macking If you got a Benz or 'Lac then nigga you an actor Class Clowns, that's Kurupt from the Dogg Pound Silence You niggas with no sound, lay 'em down Copy That, you copycatters, you straight scatter Jumping You niggas, you racking, you're just like that No, Notice I potent the weed smell Everybody here, Everybody go to hell From state to state, I campaign like the president D-A-Z, There's no one greater than Zilla on the block, My name well known All the hood rats blowing Up my cell phone Bailed out of jail, Time to get my bail on Hustle like a Motherfucker, get my mail on My car crashed, Left a couple stale bones The police trying to Put a bullet in my tailbone Threw me in A cell, I'm like what the hell for? I don't even sell dope, I just sell songs Streets on fire, niggas stop, drop, Roll Fiends getting higher while crooked cops patrol Everybody dying, it's the same sad song Bullet don't Make mistakes, who it takes it takes That in Mind you can't go wrong That's why I keep A nine in my drop top chrome Blades on The Twinkies, shades on the blinkers Sag my pants So my Glock can show