[Mr. Pookie]
|
You heard tha sound of a boom, didnt see me hit yo body repeatedly
|
Burnin in yo capsule, hittin corners through yo artery
|
Dont bother me please, I got control of this land
|
Dont give a fuck, I'll fly again and again in yo hand
|
Or his or her, I have no ears, I cant hear wha's tha problem
|
But wheneva my homies stunt, you best believe I'll resolve em
|
AK blastin no warnin, cant wait to jus be release
|
Soon as I spit out tha barrel, niggaz betta move, I cant see
|
No mo peeps, this aggrevated hot rounds of me
|
Jus cant wait to see us, we too swift, bitch we comin in flees
|
On yo knees, feel tha wrath of these itty bitty fellaz
|
Come get it if you dare us, through his own, now he's took care of
|
Betta pair up and hit yo ass in multiples of 2, 4, 6, 8, 10
|
Tryin to duck but it went all tha way in, no mo friends
|
Jus faces of a desparate one, I aint gotta face yo son
|
Jus look at tha angry one who held tha gun
|
Lookin 4 me, I'm all up in ya, explosive once I enter
|
And leavin big ol holes so you remember
|
And gainin up on speed every second, keep goin til I get em
|
I'm deadly when I'm sparked, that's a lesson
|
|
Chorus[x2]
|
|
Who I Be? That loud bang that always keep em duckin
|
Who I Be? An element been know to kill for nuthin
|
Whatcha see? Eternally now caught up in tha darkness
|
Fuckin wit artillery that's heartless
|
|
[Solo]
|
I came to you extremely heavy, I definitely aint no nigga
|
I'm quick to resolve shit wit one movement of tha finger
|
I split ligaments, fuck tha innocent
|
I one of tha causes for tha high death toll in tha world today
|
But neva face imprisonment
|
Cant see me when I'm movin cause I'm practically invisble
|
I'm known throughout tha world to cause pain in individuals
|
If you're ever confronted wit danger, please let me handle it
|
I guarnatee to destroy all in this world wit some gansta shit
|
Fuck tha pastors, tha schoolteachers, children and yo momma
|
I don took tha lives of Presidents and street thugs on tha corner
|
I'm tha definition of death row
|
Have you froze wit a tag on ya left toe
|
Or tha hospital bed wit ripped throat
|
|
Chorus[x2]
|
|
[Mr. Pookie & Solo]
|
As I leave up out tha barrel, army fatigue apparel
|
Finna give this nigga a bone marrow
|
Took care of situations that gave chase afta chase off
|
Hit em directly in his forehead, now his face off
|
He fired from my ass, jus look out for wha I'm shittin
|
Twistin, bleedin and chokin, wide open when I'n hittin
|
So listen together, we be as deadly some nerve gas
|
As tha words past, baby get tha last laugh
|
Movin swiftly, 9 outta 10 I left him critically
|
eternal injuries left no hope or possiblities
|
As long as I don struck him, violence will neva cease
|
It's me tha deadly one, mo painful than a dose of HIV
|
I be 10 times badder than tha baddest hood nigga
|
I be 10 times badde than them bustas that pull triggas
|
Challenge or duel, so understand how tha fuck I'm feelin
|
These bitch made niggaz, gettin a reputation off my killin
|
All my Ghetto children were meant to be born killaz
|
We enter in warm niggaz, leavin homies to mourn niggaz
|
We be quick to bomb niggaz, when we come tumblin down
|
I don hit yo chest makin you do that gurgilin sound
|
|
Chorus[x2]
|
|
-----------------
|
Who I Be
|
| Mr. Pookie |
