VERSE 1 (Playboy Juice)
SLP be the place to be G
I still be busting gats and slitting throats real easy
Don’t a damn thing please me
I need Jacobs to freeze me
So don’t smile at my face real greasy
Talking about you need me, you need me?
Please G, cop a whip and try to be me
But really you don’t wanna see me
Fucking scared, I’ll make your knees weak
Don’t make me tweak
I’ll get so damn mad (with pent up anger)
You’ll be happy that you never had a dad (so he remain a
stranger)
Bitch, that’s how it goes now
Sticking to the flows now, no bottles up, with no hoes down
Let’s go now, I’m moving on to another fucking level
With another fucking devil
On my shoulder, I’m going out like a soldier
Brew you like Folgers, ‘cause nobody’s colder
CHORUS (X2)
A blast to your chest is like a blast to the rest
‘Cause everybody finds death
Don’t get stressed
‘Cause the ends coming soon
And it’s coming to you, we’re through
What’s the matter with you
VERSE 2 (Davi Deuce)
I put it down hard copy
No disk, no script, and no floppy
If y’all try to mob me, try to mock me
Then you better sock me, I keep it hard body
And your chick’s soggy
We can get froggy
Windows real foggy, bitches in the back
No shotty, but hey shorty
I really want your body, and when get high
The name is D-A-V-I collaborating with the C.I.
So we can both learn, first come first serve
When it comes to the herb
Although it sounds absurd, tongue-twisting with the verb
Spitting all types of words, make your pussy-cat purrs
Mix speeches and slurs, trippy vision with a blur
Skippy prisms on my nerves, getting girls by the herds
And you know I got the curls and the curves
Full of shit, so y’all turds
CHORUS (X2)
VERSE 3 (Enway)
Steady on the mic, ready to fight
Got my gat right in sight
Skin is light, almost white
Helps me stand out in the night
Pull the chrome at your dome
In the zone, and on the phone
Send you home, murder your clone
Throw a bone and make her moan
You owe me two more shots
Then smoke pot and then blow rocks
Let’s go Sox, go suck cock
Lock your Glock then shoot the docks
I’ve seen anger, I’ve seen death
I’ve seen cancer of the breast
I’ll pass the test then pass the rest
Conquer the east then head out west
Now your see, the deck was stacked
I’m the man, and I am Taterrak, battle back
Cattle stacks, rattle bats
And I know, now I’m back
And the king, on this track
Take the mic and give me a plaque
Look at me, see my face, see my race, then chase my pace
I’ve got an ace up my sleeve
Adam and Eve are my pet peeves
So please, get on your knees
I drive the Mayflower
Tip you over, World Trade Towers
Go take a shit at a baby shower
That’s the end of Shady’s hour
CHORUS (X2)