everyone's life in my career That if my family was burning only joy would push out tears Leave me all alone up in the attic, I got an automatic With three
For sure the shock stops all you Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes With the rats
get wreck like the saint you'll thank me Bank me a million speakin on civilian Situations pavillion unpentrated Brazilian Immunity rated Deadly diplomats on a ship wit rats
up Pillow top back, realest shade up I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic All my auto's automatic you know that's automatic What you niggas
niggas that you grew up with are speedin and smokin crack Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and theres no way to get 'em back Where the hood rats
a man, gon' fuck with other ends As long as it ain't fuckin' with her plans Won't be nothin', cock back, automatic palmed in her hand Razor blades in
Caught with the same aim Brain games and names changed To protect the innocent by-stander Lies, slander and the master-planner Destroy the black male Crack jail and semi-automatic
chains Caught with the same aim Brain games and names changed To protect the innocent by-stander Lies, slander and the master-planner Destroy the black male Crack jail and semi-automatic
tinted Capri, buggin' my Noki' I be O-T, dough flow, so sweet So low key, neighbors don't know me Yet it be rats and feds, feds and rats I'm bout to snap
(feat. Mayze, Malif, Link, Turtle, Liffy Stokes) [Liffy Stokes] I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers My mob's full of go getters
Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic
that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out My niggaz on the run they place out Flee fiends with the cake mouth Automatic
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas Wit drama bringers ear ringers
Step right up and listen, welcome to the show Sign on the X to sell your soul It's so automatic, hocking broken plastic Royalties you'll never know Rotting
put this here..." Ernie: "Hi there, Bert. What's that machine you're working on?" Bert: "Oh hi, Ernie. This is my latest invention, my automatic "R
he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats Just rat, and catch your little body all rats Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah) The
neighborhood Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me? I'm from the ghetto so the hood rats gettin' propers
years old, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them rocks I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen Clean, fully automatic