Bust Shots (feat. Inspectah Deck)

Pretty tone, I got you, fingers

Morphine flow, lean on the brass gold

I can see your snake eyes without the crap roll

Bust the mack stroll, laughing at you assholes

Sticking thorns in my pride like the black crowes

Cracking your dome for breakfast, deck spit

Lava, fresh like the produce section

Repping, there's no use testing, you know who stepped in

It's deck bitch, for those who question

Like serena on the swerve, I swing hard

Main event, bad broads with ring card

This shit here, niggas get the fiend nod

On the wreck, though, these cowards never seen yard

Head boss, you scavenge off what deck toss

I don't fall for petty talk I check the source

Flex force with army arms, I lets off

Bomb threat, blow both your stanky legs off

[Id]and make you bust shots in the air and scream yeah

[Sl]or, try and learned it from the mental shit, son

[Id]and make you bust shots in the air and scream yeah

[Method man]blaow, bang, cuz

[Gk]cuz I write, and blast and slash your whole level

[Sl]or, try and learned it from the mental shit, son

[Id]and make you bust shots in the air and scream yeah

[Gk]yeah, kid

Pay attention, gun shots, fuck what you benching

Big chains on my neck, my wrist is clinton

Presidential rolex, coming out the projects

Seat back looking mean in a foreign object

Three for twenty in japan, with american money

Get back home, get head from american bunnies

My iron fists, my platinum wrists

My cook up game is chemists, fuck my nemesis

Fly birds like tyson do, had to switch

From the car to the cargo on board jet blue

Bodies drop from the liquid swords, been making hits for years

But I'm mad I ain't got no awards

I'm a real og tho', swag like james bond and 'em

My white tee is my tuxedo

Belts on the track, sheek and ghostface

Got the hood on smash, rza leave it like that

We be jammin', I grill on the track just like salmon

I don't play no games, baccarat or backgammon

I'm supreme cliente', rawer than sushi

And if your girl got my number, means I beat that pussy

Sword slayer, dick slinger, I got the stroll

Of an r&b singer, wu-tang ruckus bringer

36 Different dialects, we call spot checks

My homeland security, is up in the projects

Shaolin, stapleton, bricks on broad street

That's where niggas get chopped up like raw meat

Fuck that, started off rocking a stocking

Over my face, now my face is what gets it popping

Donnie had the wave voice, beeing blowed through the mic

The definition of tru tv, fuck spike

I'm the realest akeed that ever wet these blocks

Too black for bet, too wild for cops