War, Pt. 2 (feat. Uunknown)

I feel like I'm method man... Ima block scholar Now I hustle but I pop collars I be dogged out like a Rottweiler Bitches calling up my phone Don't hit me unless I'm getting throat Tell her nigga eat a dick Or glock 40s finna blow See I'm onto you Impossible I make all you niggas gelato smoke You say you a goon til you hit w a beam And you niggas get turned into pasta tho Clown shit Horrible Feel like I'm up ina carnival Have you sky dive from a high rise while you niggas is yelling jeronimo I be on that Killa shit realer shit I pull up then I drill a bitch Spin my block I'm raising w the 5th Now he dripping out his temple bitch... Ride out peel a nigga in the whip Where I'm from my niggas w the shits You ain't phasing me a little bit Pain and blues like I was cripping shit Wait... they be penny pinchers Brown water like it's henny liquor Said you motherfuckers you be cherry pickers Break a bone nigga see you better injured No you niggas not acquired All you niggas you is fuckin liars niggas straight acting like a hoe You ain't know death is my attire Wanna Tell me I am tired I be spitting straight fire Headshot to a nigga head looking like Omar from the wire Hella bent And the shorty be shaking like gelatin And you know that she brown w the melanin I be runnin around like a letterman Fuck around w the Buddha's I'm blessing shit