VERSE 1 (N
Squared)
Open
up to a new chapter
Hotties
coming up outta the rafters like a lap dancer
If
your question needs an answer, then ask sir
Or
be content to just listen to my laughter
Welcome
to the city of Park
We
hit it from backdoor I been known to grapple and smack hoes
No
remorse I endorse mixing crack with the dro
On
a mantle in the back of a chapel
Just
a sample of a damn flow OD's you ‘til you're drooling like an asshole
‘Til
I'm that close to pulling the pin
Light
this motherfucking bitch up like a candle, bring it back yo
Welcome
to the city of Park
You're
un-cool if you don't feel like a fool yet
Put
this bitch up-in reverse to the verse I just dispersed when I put a curse
On
you your household like Romeo and Juliet
Attack
hard, drag you to my backyard
Leave
your limbs scattered like a stack of cards
Whip
you with my motherfucking black belt and leave black scars
Leave
your ass charred like Nascar
‘Cause
when you pass Park, all you see is
Bitches
smoking on the hydro while the 5-0’s
Driving
by with their eyes closed
They
just don't give a damn if you buy dro or buy coke
I'm
known for lacing up lines like some rhinestones
Heavy
on the cocaine, I got no brain, heating up like propane
Feeling
more pain growing on me like some Rogaine
Ask
me if I give a damn yo, and I’ll say no mang
‘Cause
when you're living in SLP
You’re
brewing a recipe to rest in peace
‘Cause
when you mess with me
Or
A-bomb you'll get popped like extasy
I'd
guess that it's best you leave
‘Cause
when I'm restless, I'm like Heston, see
I
wanna test this heat
Run
up in your classroom Smith and Wesson, G
Put
a bullet in your chest and leave it there for the rest to see
VERSE
2 (A-Bomb)
Grades
K-12, we’re just a blur
And
now I’m coming on the scene and you must’ve heard
You
homies thought we would stop it, you fucking knew I would drop it
And
now isn’t that absurd, the way you
The
way you look at me now without disgust
I’m
proud to say I’ve gotten out
I’ve
also gotten semi-rotten artificial lines
Down
on paper that I’ve written but I just don’t have the time
And
self-esteem is at an all-time low
And
maybe I’d feel better if I grew a ‘fro
Or
sagged my pants and learned to dance under control
Or
gave up rants and moved to France and made some dough
But
all these ideas are good as driving a Kia
In
a race against Ferraris
But
I’m good at eating dust, and for those of you who trust
The things I say, I’m sorry
I
left Park for the big Minneap
But
it doesn’t mean I hesitate to use a gat
And
I’ll crack your ass with a baseball bat
And
I’ll leave your face looking like a ‘Ew, what’s that?’
That’s
what happens to anybody with any money
Or
anything of value, sack of weed or valiums
Fully
embrace desperation
The
comeback of Mase is just commercialization
Caucasian
Invasion, we coulda gone platinum
With
nice-ass studios, one day we’ll have ‘em
For
now you just hear the crumpling of paper
When
we going big? I don’t know, maybe
later