Goin On

[?] Home of the thoroughbreds, Ya Know
 Humphrey productions, let's go
 They got the whole world counting on this come back
 City to city like where the fuck your son at?
 Wasting too much time fucking with them dumb rats
 Whoever slept on the boy, shouldn't have done that
 Now go stand in the corner, put on your dunce hat
 He cocked both of his guns back
 He about to make a call to Cali for his Spanish Muscle
 Then I'mma spin one of you niggas like the Spanish hustle
 Be from Queens, were the can is muffled
 His move was shaking so hard
 He turned the land to rubble
 Dumb dopes just opened up a can of trouble
 I bet my life on it mack
 That this is the gambler's double
 It's not a good look, don't make the map paint a picture
 Give rose beds put your head with a train of clickers
 I see you niggas not seeing like a gang of Hitlers
 With arose and a black cloud it's gonna bring a twister
 Surgical scrubs, check
 Surgical gloves, check
 I murder you mugs, check
 Now clear I'm about to go in
 Mags with a muz[?], check
 Sponge for the blood, check
 Now give 'em the drugs, check
 And clear I'm about to go in
 Scissors and knife, check
 Now give me some lights, check
 Six of them wipes, check
 And clear I'm about to go in
 Pistol and lube, Tech
 A few of them tubes, check
 Some medical glue, check
 Now clear I'm about to go in
 There's only room in this town for one dude in black
 And I'll pack lead in your back like school is back
 I'll leave you niggas with waves like it's a hula snack
 You look a little tired homie, you could use a nap
 You ain't got to tell me twice where the food is at
 He keeps shots in his arms like a user's tracts
 Dum-Dums all in his guns like it's a foolish strap
 No childlike skipping here
 True pursuit are back
 Mine is enterprise crime, you's a petty crook
 You throw that hoodie on it's about to be a heavy tux
 I'm about to leave a smoke cloud like some Deli[?] Kush
 Well, well, well lookie what we have here
 Shell, shell, shell, nobody now the path clear
 Nothing but cash here
 Y'all are just looking half queer
 Sixteen ruler head[?] like I'm about to smash deers
 And put 'em in the grass dere
 Be on their last steers
 I leave your head missing a solid like it's a bad peer
 I'm about to put my flag here
 Save your wack verses
 OK [?] I don't feel your raps
 And you don't know me boy, don't try to get familiar cat
 A ring of chains trying to tangle with these silverbacks
 A couple of things from out the pen to leave them real relaxed[?]
 You had your run time the fun's over, chill with that
 You're Fred Flintstone nigga
 Where your Wilma at?
 I'm onto my dividends, was born for the intimates
 Your toddlers in the play pen
 Was G upon the entrance [?]
 The dope man is coming with the thick/fix syringe
 I see your pay day is Friday
 Some drinks again [?]
 You made a little name but now your flame is flickering
 Only they counting as if this cheddar never makes it friend
 Me on this grind heading for the strips again
 Clown don't make me come around and make me have to spit your Ken[?]