music: Mike / lyrics: Bastian] Blood covering this place Like crust upon my eyes Adrenalin in my veins Pain upon my face Heat growing in my head Burning
in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint
more If you're feeling insecure, Cause you're living in a storm If you find them, you can burn them, If you burn them you can keep warm Them winds
is very vital Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal Dangerous, mike packing and ill My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill I'll put your
Picture me rolling as I take a hit As I floss my shit With the fresh chrome kit Hating because the player's ball Like big mike something serious leaving nigga straight delirious Curiosity killed
fucking with me your fucking with the best Verse 2: Body fluid ejaculation, you crack basing you know the rep, think before you step, start the back-pacing Fred, Mike
mine 'Cause she's feeling the flow best believe I'm drilling the hole Heads high kill em wit the low Revealing, chillin', filling up position to be killing
dem in a ram-jam session Murdering All de DJ wicked men An' me murder dem 'Cause me a de mike magician Master Blaster, Dapper De Marshal Kill wicked man an' him na partial Kill
rhymes, strip mine interior Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest I got some real killer
burn his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline And he'll be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they like to kill your whole crew
should sit back down, scratch my chin and use my frown, and try to figure out exactly what I'm worth. We'r estill building churches, burning books, killing
, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas Didja do it? Thought
formed a four alien alliance Just dyin' to earth intruders Every bodies a president, bunch a Herbert Hoovers If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar Speakin a burn
points to the trigger man Still well connected not worried about who's the bigger man Z-Ro, my nigga man, Pharoah, the Killa Klan I'm Black Mike, Network
Yo My crew is in the house Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie And I'ma set it like this [ VERSE 1: Big
when bottles hit lips Clips whatever happend to 38 special Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue Probably the same one that killed Noriega Chips that
on his vest walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest. these monkey niggas on that monkey shit. best keep a revolva i boss like a gorilla and kill em
