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I'm the nigga walkin with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin I'm rollin with a mob and runnin from the cops Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks A marijuana addict, if niggas want static They had it, cause I flip just like a acrobatic I'm always on the corners rollin up Sess When I dress it's never nothin less than Guess So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back Love commitin sins and my friends sell crack I got it goin on, my knuckle game is strong Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on Army certifies, keep a Rent-A-Ride Strippin mad hoes and kick em to the side See I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder Start a lot of shit and shoot at out of towners At every block party, I try to catch a body All for props, tell your pops call the cops See now I'm on the run, but still havin fun Livin by the Mac, my gear is all black I keep killin, because I'm ready and I'm willin And I'm a villian What? SongtexteWhat? Wha-a-a-t? I got beef with the President and still lovin it Tryin to make plans to overthrow the government It won't work cause niggas don't believe enough They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff Around they wrist, you don't like the sound of this Rebel, but my country doesn't want me They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all While you fuckin with the dealers we'll be sticking up the malls Full of anger, all about danger Pullin out my banger, stabbin up a stranger I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep N use a whole lot of slang when I speak Walkin with a vest, the projects is where I rest And the streets keep me stressed Staring at your face, wait for you to make a sound That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up All in black, and put you in a box A hard rock with a .25 in my socks Aiming at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands I'm buckwild like Billy Bear n Ganz Prince of pistolers, words are crystal clear And this you should fear The maniac keeps killing, I'm known as a outlaw Cause I'm a villain What? What? Wha-a-a-t? I keep bullets racing out the barrels of a Magnum Put em to sleep and leave the Doctors to tag them An outlaw, although I never wear a holster In every town you see my face is on a poster Hear so many gunshots my eardrums should pop Eyesight should stop, from seeing mad niggas drop To the concrete, I got police puttin chalk on the street And this is done once a week I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 will I never play with a AK Because I'm fine with a .9 and if caught I'll do lesser time Sometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand it See I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin it I stay blunted I'm the project's most wanted My voice is like magic My cassette is the clip and your radio's the Automatic So when I'm in your town, 'duck down' Or take fire whatever you desire But I'm on point you might miss Never fight this, you'll be sightless when I strike this So roll the dice, I'm stoppin da bank It's ill how I got the pen droppin the ink No one can stop this Apocalypse On your record player a method layer so run n tell your Mayor Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer I'm the New York City slayer I play high post and then lay low Parlay slow and wear horns, not a halo And keep killin Cause I'm a villian Aus Songtexte Mania