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You can't assassinate my character, unless you bring them big guns

May have made a mockery of men before me, but not this one

It's gon' stop here, murder 24/7 around the clock here

Dropping music is cool, but I'ma make a body drop here

Stupid don't bring a glock here, better bring a bazooka

Cause lil' chil'ren ain't coming out to play, they coming to shoot ya

This is where I'm from, even the dope fiends'll touch ya

I represent Missouri City, now how could I be a buster

Even when it's a sunny day, I rain on parades

An angel of death in bulgari glasses, and a taper fade

Dickie top Dickie bottom, and some house shoes

This is what I'm wearing, when I'm coming to bring the woman up out you

I'm making me a list, and I'm checking it twice

With my AK, plus the banana clip I'm Santa tonight

But when I'm coming down your chimney, ain't dropping off I'm taking

Bet I make more than the news, this is history in the making

I'ma walk it like I talk it, whether private or in public mayn

My life is my bidness, if you ain't God you can't touch it mayne

I ain't worried about being a underdog, I love it mayn

My attitude is fuck it, and motherfuckers love it

I'm nothing else but a G pedigree, bulldog gutter breed

Ridgemont M.O.C., till them hoes cover Flea

23's in the T plack, if I'm looking for my enemies strapped

You fin to see a jack

A trap for a rat, a corner for this crack

Dope fiends we in a act, so paper I'm fin to stack

You looking for them real O.G.'s, my niggaz that

Cause real G's stay low key, and roll strapped

Street on the map, the heat in my lap

If you move I'ma snap, hoe you smooth on your back

My dogs don't play by rules, you do the math

I keep it one hundred, for niggaz that can't add

Your present is your past, you niggaz done forgot where you came from

And I ain't gon', help you find your way back

I call it like I see it, on some real shit

And I can tell you what it is, cause I live this nigga

I'ma walk it like I talk it, whether private or in public mayn

My life is my bidness, if you ain't God you can't touch it mayne

I ain't worried about being a underdog, I love it mayn

My attitude is fuck it, and motherfuckers love it

I remember when the radio station, didn't wanna play me

Now every Thursday through Saturday, somebody club pay me

They telling J. Prince, I don't handle my bidness and I'm lazy

Twenty albums in nine years, they smoking and they crazy

I'm charging ten thousand a show, that's 120 a month

Well over one million every 3-65, yeah that's what's up

I'm claiming King of the Ghetto Entertainment, cause I'm down with me

When I die, that's the label I'm taking in the ground with me

I keep them automatic rounds with me

I don't need security, I hope somebody get out of line and clown with me

You don't wanna see me, with my forehead bald up

Cause that's when the police, and ambulances get called up

Let it be somebody I never met, even a relative

Forgive me for sinning Jesus, you know I ain't gon' let em live

Asshole, I'm the walking definition of it

Cause my attitude is fuck it, and motherfuckers love it bitch

I'ma walk it like I talk it, whether private or in public mayn

My life is my bidness, if you ain't God you can't touch it mayne

I ain't worried about being a underdog, I love it mayn

My attitude is fuck it, and motherfuckers love it

Haha, King of the Ghetto Entertainment

Slash Rap-A-Lot Records, Z-Ro the Crooked

Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don

And I'm fucking with my hood nigga, Lil' Flea

The boss dog, he representing Street motherfucking Military

That's right nigga, free Pharaoh nigga

R.I.P. Butterboy huh