Michaelangelo

We'll do this when we feel ready

Ayo (Grrt)

The luxurious, the notorious

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Ayo, juggling the stars with the moons and the sun

Dice game, praying to the heavens I don't throw a one

Raekwon with Elmos Supreme fiends

Baby TEC in the faulty four jeans, yo

Shot up the whole scene

Brrt

Fur on the monster bed

Layin' next to the stove, I gotta bag

Twelve-twelve, fingers all cramped, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo

Buy five, you get a pipe free, the suede Land Rover

Hand over the grams, yo, yo, I'm dancin' over pots

Remix like Jermaine Dupri, we keep it in the family

My seed marry his seed, wedding a hundred G's

I'd sell my soul for a hundred keys

Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free"

Can't fuck for free, bitch

Bitch, you lucky

The almighty

Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free"

Too glamorous

Look, I'm too gutter on the beats

Flow is so disgusting, plus, I'm just a motherfuckin' G

Know a **** hit a lick, he robbed a sucker for a key

He sniffed halves, sold half, and blew the money in a week, damn (Talk to 'em)

Trust me, it get ugly in these streets

If your hustle ain't discreet, get gun-butted in your sleep

Like, "****, wake up

And ****, don't you motherfuckin' speak, open that safe up

Take all the money, fill that pillowcase up"

Giddy up, bro

I ran it up, I got my cake up

I'm usually in New York City, I'm fuckin' Bape up

When I ain't on satellite fuckin' Shade up

All you radio **** need to wake up

Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can get sprayed up

I got drums, ****, I promise you I ain't humble

I don't give a fuck, 'cause my gun work, plus I can rumble

Boy, you just a rapper, if I don't like you, I might punch you

In the motherfuckin' face for no reason, just 'cause I want to

I ain't playin' with these ****, I promise you that

It's time to spray it at these ****, bet I'ma do that

Brrt

You **** doors get kicked down, mommas get smacked

Shoot 'em palming the MAC, you try to attack, you gotta get clapped

Hah

The black Jeffery Dahmer is back

Matter fact, I'm Machine Gun Black mixed with Geronimo Pratt

Blatt, a youngin' run down on you ****, hit you in your top and your back

It's the Machine, bitch

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth

And the earth was without form, and void

And darkness was upon the face of the deep

And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters

And God said