[Intro]
Don't introduce me to new n***as
Don't  introduce me to new n***as
Don't  introduce me to new n***as
Don't introduce me to new n***as
Don't introduce me to new n***as
Don't  introduce me to new n***as

[Pre-Chrous]
Watch  a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch  a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch  a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
Watch a n***a get knocked off
[Chorus]
I'm a heat-seeking missile
Somebody blow the whistle, boy
This n***a ain't official
I pray these pistols hit you
And anybody wit you
I promise I got issues
The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"
I'm a heat-seeking missile
Somebody blow the whistle, boy
This n***a ain't official
I pray these pistols hit you
And anybody wit you
I promise I got issues
The rules to follow, simple like "the "bell does not dismiss you"

[Verse 1]
Sock a bitch n***a up in his mouth like Mick Foley
Sayin' you super I turn into Broly
I'm sprayin' the clip it's gon' show him what's holy
They all like [?] bitch n***a you owe me
Don't act like you know me
When I come attackin' like Shaq off of Kobe
I took off his spine when I let off that Mac
I guess them n***as really do got yo back
[Chorus]
I'm a heat-seeking missile
Somebody blow the whistle, boy
This n***a ain't official
I pray these pistols hit you
And anybody wit you
I promise I got issues
The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"
I'm a heat-seeking missile
Somebody blow the whistle, boy
This n***a ain't official
I pray these pistols hit you
And anybody wit you
I promise I got issues
The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"

[Verse 2]
'Member when shit used to really be gritty
Back when situations just had to get sticky
Homie just hit me, they plottin' to hit me
So tell 'em I'll be on they block, come and get me
I got the drop on they side of the city
So come into mine, they might die in a jiffy
Watching the clock, take a swab of the Henny
Bro cockin' the semi, the size of a semi
And I do this alone
You be like a stadium, losing your dome
You stupid this is hair is too big to comb
All the shots follow you like they movin' along
Yo guns fake as fuck, that aluminum chrome
Yo name only hard on a tomb or a stone
The bullets like xannies, pop two and you gone
Now yo gang live in a funeral home
[Outro 1]
You trip, yo ass is grass
I'm runnin' with shinobi
Chop that ass in half like Obi-Wan Kenobi

[Verse 3]
Black ass bastard tryna get this mansion
Boy I got that kind of money where my whips be landin'
Say he wish a n***a would well n***a wish be granted
And I think I left a seat right where my dick be planted, in yo bitch
You can even see my blood where all the Crips be campin'
And .30s and the .40s of my city Kansas
Ain't no bustas on my block, that's where the cliques be blammin', n***a
You wanna be the boss
You better learn to take the shots
You can't call 'em all the time
Make it hot like Satan's spot
Thankin' God that I don't take the rock
Crack addicts n***a
I can show you where the raisins drop
It's too many copies n***a I can't make the paper stop
Red dot
Ashes and dust
Too much, Imma scrape the top
Positive minds that stand alone won't make it fine
Killing Optimus until I transform, Megatron
Another one knocked off
Come correct if you fuckin' wit
You gon' catch a hollow even if you got them butter tips
Bullets comes so vast, it's antagonizing the government
I'm the black master that been bastardized and I wasn't missed
You may say I'm rappin' way past my time but I suck at this
At least that's what I'm told by sucka's fans when they suck a dick
And yo life a Looney movie so duck the clip
Prepare for Armageddon if I get dissed by a upper clique
Being someone else, is basically what they choose to do
The reflection of themselves, is what I'm gon' have to shoot 'em through
Potato in his mouth, I don't think he know how to chew his food
Somethin' like an hour land of owls n***a who is you?
Shoot to kill
You ain't a stoner but you gon' love this L
The outcome of this album
It really won't be that tough to sell
What's the tip to murder
You finna get every fuckin' shell
The only person I didn't kill when I tried was myself

[Outro 2]
And this that fuckin' Martin
And this that fuckin' Malcolm
And this that fuckin' 2Pac if the searches ever found him
And it's that fuckin' Malcolm
And it's that fuckin' Martin
Yo shit talkin' makes you a target
Blood on my carpet