Sarcophagus II

Point me a tone, right, point me a tone
Right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right, point me a tone
Right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right, point me a tone
Right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go (Run that shit, mane)
Easy come, easy go $ui, $ui, $carecrow, $ui
$carecrow, $ui, $ui, Grey 'Bout to fucking

Run up on a fucking pussy
Kill him like nobody love 'em
Grabbin' the shovel, wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic
Cold hearted motherfucker
Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
All these fuckin' rappers front
Talking shit behind your back
They shake your hand, then hit the blunt
You see the difference with me?
I grew up with the Gs
In the West Bank streets
Running drugs up on my bike
When I was just thirteen
Every day another fight
But I was scared to bleed
You beat my ass? You better kill me
I'll return with the fleet
Cut 'em gun 'em down and nothing
Beat the case in a week
If nobody do no snitching
They ain't got shit on me
Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo'-
Walking free
(Murda) while you dead (Murda) covered
Up in a sheet, bitch (Mo' murda)

Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Tec
Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Mac
Pull up wit' da motherfucking
Sack full of green
What you mean you ain't gon'
Smoke this shit with me?
I smack a rapper with the backhand
Then tell him to get his own P
What you know about me
Hoe? Grey is what I be
I got Ramirez in the cut, and
He stay ready to cut, yeah bitch
I got Christ in the cut with
The shotty pumpin' and ducking
I got Navi, I got Blackout, I got SixFo
I got Stunna
Now what the fuck you wanna do? I
Just gotta call up a number

Think about a murder
Reppin' triple six is unheard of
Stalking through the fuckin' night
And killin' these bustas
So, what's heard of?
$lick is grippin' on the Mossberg
Oddy on the Tec-9 run ya mouth
I'll bust your spine and
End your motherfuckin' life
Got these bodies floating where
The river turns grey
Fuckin' with the 59? The bullets from
My new robbery gettin' sprayed
Suckin', duckin'
Grippin' on my motherfucking tone
Punch you in the fucking face
Stab ya brain with your nose bone

Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoe
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoe
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoe
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoe