Punks In The World - Mr. Lil One

This Lil One, puttin down

For this Underground City

Ha ha, 6 to the 1−9

Comin at you

Ha Ha

With the Viscious

Ha Ha, fools

I come across you the raw way

I kick my shit all day

I bust like a pistol, even though I listo

Bad memories, but now I’m makin G’s

I feel like a prince, everybody wants a glimps

Cause I came across, your thoughts double crossed you

Still I see your stressin the lesson that I taught you

One to be learned not the one you wanna burn

I’m knowin all the truths see me shootin from the roof

Pow, how you like me now, got so many styles

I let my mind travel and let my rhymes grow

Deep insto your zipcode even though my bloods' cold

Still I bring the heat, let the Lil One speak

Deep into your brain cells cause I know the game well

Ain’t no need to lie, when you die you got to hell

And never make it back, you gotta burn for your sins

No matter what the game, the grim reeper wins

Throw your palms in the wind in this world full of sin

Everybody get drunk while the Lil One bumps

Nothin but the funky sip the brass monkey

Time to get blitz while the Lil One spits

Now all the drama that I hear about

Fools yappin out they mouth

Best to be ready when I come in rock steady

Send you to a place where the drama’s in your face

Ain’t no time for me to waste

Ain’t no need to get a case

But I gotta warn you, best believe I bring it on you

Known like a Capone cause I’m sick up in the doom

A second’s all it takes me

I’m knownin how you fakes be

And that’s what motivates me

To maybe wanna brake thee

Like you love a foe, mothafuckas better know

It’s Lil One, puttin all that fear up in your soul

And never could it change, always gotta stay the same

Cause sick up in the brain will always remain by my name

Lil One be the nickname, listen while I spit game

All remain calm while I drop you the bomb

Ain’t nobody here that’ll fear me the lok

Man the words that I spoke mothafuckas now croak

I heard it through the grape vine, you wanna take mine

Well that’s funny, I put that on my beer money

You can fuck wit these criminal phrases

Blows to your faces, high speed chases

Through the back streets, tears in the back seats

Down to the death is all I got left

We mobbed and we robbed

Thank God for my dawg and

Bitch mothafucka who the fuck you mad doggin

See you want me runnin when you spot me

Heard about the bids and you pigs never caught me

Misbehave get caught up in the grave and

Thoughts be so evil, mothafuck Wes Craven