The Sure Shot (Parts 1 and 2)

Record spins, I'm going in

I don't shoot to kill, I play to win

Stay catching up with the cutthroats

Some men shoot a nigga, throw 'em off the tugboat, no floats

The body sinks to the bottom

Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten

The murder sprees, random killings

Ghostface Killah's back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings

Godfather motives, gangsta mentality

Black superhero with the immortality

Forever, I be creeping in a black mist

I'll night vision with the militant tactics

I glide through the air like a swarm of bees

Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas

Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street

Revenge is the spice of life, it's so sweet

Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus

Don't need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces

Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips

Home invasions, cars gonna flip, the mucous lose

Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean

Popped until they brain ooze, I won't lose

Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping

Peeped the visual, tied 'em up individual,

Took their clothes off, season 'em like sausage

Let the pits out to eat 'em, that's the remedy

Attack, kill, bite off their extremities

Blood bath splash my name on my wall

Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall

With an arm, leg, a head

I'm coming for you all

It's the sure shot

Heart of a lion

King of the jungle

I'm a humble killer bee

You as soft as a bumble

I don't crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance

Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence

I'm a menace, the black card cape, caped crusader

The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors

You could murder my flesh and bone, soul's invincible

Revenge my death, payback's the main principal

Protect ya neck when you move, I be lurking in the shadows

Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles

Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest

Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest

Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes

Piss on your motherfucking arm while I'm stupid high

All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips

Two Glock 9s pointed at you in a hype flick

Now I'm alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall

Revenge my death but I'm going through with yours

My lost niggas, I miss them

This new power and wisdom

Got me thinking I've made a whole lot of bad decisions

Got locals still to deal with

Should I kill her?

Throw her ass in a cage with a gorilla

Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth

I've got goons to feed and babies to birth

I'm the God now, plus I'm a super rich nigga

Do more help than harm, either way you figure

Should I protect and serve

Or cock and aim destruction?

Let the enterprise take over the force of production

Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable

I'm bulletproof now, back from the dead, I'm invincible