text: Judgement Lyrics
  On my lean, chicks stealin my stance
  Like Lord, Im terminating your room and board
  A rappers groove so smooth, P. Diddyll dance
  Through Chris Wallaces car door, Rob Ford
  I represent for my citizens who dont have a chance
  And one for the love of the Lord
  With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside
  See the police so we still tryin to hide
  Why ya wanna test like youre keeping it real
  Smart talkin bitch, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat
  Out to rob or out to steal
  Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at?
  Rеcruited to martyred on the cross of mass appеal
  Super sadistic, Im butter like a biscuit
  That Santa was a fake
  And we make shit shake
  Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops
  Give a fuck if he got kids and married
  Ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops
  Somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried
  Kids get popped by all these twisted cops
  Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried
  I moved out while still get to live down there
  And the way I puff blunts in the air
  And get paid
  And represent til Im underground
  Didnt pass the Tenth grade
  The crowd scream HO jumpin around
  Chorus till fade...
  Spit in my face, hold me down
  And for those that wanna get busy
  You know the Feds been checkin up on Bizzy
  From morning to night, back through darkness to light
  Let the phone ring and then I ask for you
  And man you finally got your cash right
  And last but not least, number one in the crew:
  Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
  Im kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo
  I think they mean they like me
  Nothing like its used to be
  She like that, and I write that dopeness
  I got a plan to get away
  Virginia is my home, I put it on the atlas
  Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday
  Til I fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous
  Its mandatory you inhale at least a pack a day
  Man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot
  Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not
  Serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner
  The bottom line I gotta eat
  Return, return of the singer
  Cruise the block until my armys complete
  All my ladies are...
  Raw action flood the concrete
  Add another 16 plus another 6
  And it dont matter who ya are
  Sprayin off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing
  We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas
  I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
  I copped raw yay on Broadway from bananas
  With the thunder and lightning, this be a Fensta writing
  Where rap sangers lowride and talk about em colored bandanas
  And I promise itll have a better outcome
  You know what I did, you know how I come
  It dont seem I can think about another thing
  I been through it all for yall with fallout
  Fuck that to the wall, thats how Im living
  Yeah, bitch you know what Im talking about
  I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving
  Uh! Im Max Payne wit the stock out
  Follow me, I bleed to get my point across
  Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss
  I dont need nuthin but you girl
  Coulda did wrong but I was tryin to write
  Girl, girl you look like a pearl
  He had some words with somebody, pulled his heater last night
  Where your man, where your girl?
  The next day ready to do it again thats right
  Aint Lebron James but the youngest in the game
  Internationals the rules, want the money fuck the fame
  When these brothers try to test your crew
  Its pointless to say here, so let me annoint
  Just imagine all the thangs wed do
  After every meal I fire up a dank joint
  Shadys inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew
  I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedars Point
  I love it cause youre in my life
  And Ima continue to live li-ife
  Strange days and strange rays invading
  Bitch better have that money straight refresh edit delete source rapgenius
  Wont sell my soul thats degrading
  And celebrate let the praise penetrate the gate
  Like Red Dawn, but Im Judd Nelson invading
  Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate
  Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over
  Shit, showed you Im nice, though I aint a pushoverEmbed