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[Verse 1] Maybe it's time I change religions on you turning christians To a muslin, turn a buddhist to a christian Tell 'em catholic Ronnie been it Sipping red wine inside the pentagon Writing sinister lines till all the ink inside my pen is gone Jeremy Lee got the world watching ESPN My sick porno obsession got me watching these lesbians I'm a sick fucking psychotic master The mic is my sword the booth is your casket I'm sitting inside the classic 6 4 with the ratchet Throwing up west side is my worst fucking habit Only snap backs and egos eyes looking through peep holes Is why I don't trust no one except God and Tim Tebow Living my destiny poppin' pills high as fuck Fucking bitches in the club holding my space bottle up I think it's time you salute me or shoot me Either way I'm the star of this motherfucking booth [Verse 2] They say I got a suicidal tendency murdering my enemies verse It ain't no questioning thunder under my shirt Fuck around and you'll be up under the dirt This automatic will turn your home into a hearse Worse case scenario pipe bound your burial They gonna have to bury your twice SongtexteThe scary cat on this night life The golf stream vibing what the weed is top flight My PO already know I'm a motherfucking flight risk Heavy chain light risk pay cash for everything that white bitch She got it, she got it, that's my words the oriental 62 minutes they got it looking like murder all I'm leaning hard in that flat back turbo charge Coupe on 20 fours pedal to the floor 100 shots of that nigga still got plenty more Slim the mobster am I is really made uzzi We turn your block to a motherfucking movie [Hook x2] Lights ,cameras ,action niggas ready to shoot you But these ain't lights ain't cameras pointed at you Blocked off the scene 'cause your scenes don't move me Will turn your block into a motherfucking movie [Verse 3] Rap boy we were kids we were the Lord of the Rings Rep in the full train smoke in solely green I know other case burst scenes there's no more men of honor I might made my super armor running from karma The good die young no country for old men There will be blood deeper than leviathan And my platoon full of bad lieutenants X-men ,expendables ,bad company, criminals Crush goons with a kanga ,surfing in the rainbow 48 hours to kill Bill, Cash and Tango Brave heart, battleship, devil's out to kill with the Passion of Christ ,it's a wonderful life Miami Vice what to get right It's midnight in the garden the good and evil are crashing Ordinary people, lethal weapon without 4 sequels Above the hunger games, The gods must be crazy ricochet through the purple ring Because the devil wears prada, the dead presidents can turn a goodfella to a godfather Animal house, standing to live with the case speech Leonardo DiCaprio on the beach Oceans Eleven, if all dogs go to heaven The silence of the lambs, son of sam 7 ,I am legend Fuck this new jack city I'm on the midnight express With this American History X [Verse 4] Off the dome and I'm talking slick as petroleum 'Cause I don't fuck with pens unless I'm rolling on some eulogium Niggas preaching hate from Napoleon nigga slowly throwing salt on my game Like fluorine or sodium on a door But holy I'm only in it for the cash part Thinking fuck the world something like a pornstar with a passport With officer walking and my side mirror in He don't like me 'cause I'm dark as an nigerian Rocking alot of juries smart as a librarian In the look in the american eyes said I'd bury him I said it before don't ignore it again too Hands on the 9 like you couldn't attend due Life's a hooker the hall raised me This poor baby was born crazy Put in the middle of drug wars ,thug lord and judges tryin' to call case me Lord save me it's gone Swayze the movie [Hook x2] Lights ,cameras ,action niggas ready to shoot you But these ain't lights ain't cameras pointed at you Blocked off the scene 'cause your scenes don't move me Will turn your block into a motherfucking movie Aus Songtexte Mania