 when i walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton,
when i talk motherfucker, my uzi weights a ton
when i walk motherfucker (my uzi weighs a ton x3)
never will i resign im a soldier for life
im masterin my circumference controlling the mic
behold the light (brring)
some niggas die for they ice
see ill part with the chain
but imma die for the christ
this time i baptize wit fire
roll with a thousand soldiers like jeremiah
call me sire
hitman for hire
show me the money like J. Mcguire
build my empire in the midst of the fire
voodoo men say that i am im a stumbling stone
im never too far from home cuz the earths my throne
im the king supreme superb out the third ya heard
magnolia made me a soldier throwin dice on the curb
crucified me the first day im rockin ice on the third
burning circles on hood corners rockin mics and them birds
i got my hard hat my work gloves im ready to rock
so beware of this heavy hardware we steady to drop
bring seven emcees put em in a line
go get seven other cornballs who think they can rhyme
itll take seven more befo i go for mine
thats twelve sucka niggas with a gash in they perm
plus nine other motherfuckers draft to get burned
its a horrible lesson indeed but has to get learned
its the new world order
we kidnapped rap and took us south of the border
while cats rock three-sixty waves white tees girbauds and diodoras
young guns is raised in the little shop of horror
when drama get to poppin and the shit get outta order
the choppersll chop a hole up in the door of your explorer
the coppersll pop a hole up in the door of your aurora
watchers, dime dropper to copper sing em a story
niggas is shiesty, in the land where they trill with it
stress is a motherfucker man nigga deal with it
Denaun gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
he came like a man with it
took it and ran with it
imma turn the rap game to the summer of sam with it
if anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
thats right you know my name i got the devil on the run
why, cuz my mother fuckin uzi weighs a ton
and im squeezin on you fuckers with the mic in my hands
thatll leave terrorizing rappers from detroit to japan....
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