Fly By

Everybody step back from the mic as I set it off All playin' the wall, it's time to sweat it off Anybody with static -- oh, please try -- I'll do ya like Godfather 3 and do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees with their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't rap to girls on my L.P. I don't beg for pussy I love the ladies and they love me right back Now who's the mack? Mission accomplished I came to stomp this Microphone and leave suckers unconscious And if you you think you've got an "S" on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse when I'm out on a duck hunt Emcee Ice, he answers to no one Load my rhymes and cock 'em like a shotgun Let off like frags from a pipe bomb A slow stroll and my mic in my right palm The cops hate me and that's right they oughtta Before my crew gets to their daughters Do you know me? Right That's why I carry the mic I'm not flashing my American Express I'm playing my cards close to my vest My name that you say, what, I'm fessin'? Listen up and listen close and listen for the lesson Black Panther assessin' the situation Executing with tact, jumping exact Ripping' up slack, on attack 86'in mack, turn tails head back