Osama Ya Mama

Benzo got me fucked up Don't go and test your luck son No I'm not a doctor But I'll cut ya like I am one All my riders like to play rough You know we keep them thangs tucked You know we let them thangs bark Thunder gods make it rain slugs Hit your side bitch and your main one No scoping like I'm gaming But no this ain't no game man Y'all miss me with that fake shit This serves as a disclaimer It might seem bit complacent Don't come around false claiming Scrape your face up off the pavement Shit gone burn the block is hot Someone turn the water on Always screaming f*ck the cops Till I'm in a box to rot Knock you till your socks are off Drop you off in the boondocks Paid the cost to the boss Go and wipe my shoulders off Niggas call me Pistol P But more like Osama B Dropping bombs for casualties Next generation Hiroshima Pull up in the Beamer Windows down to steam out Smoke till Emphysema Get caught up with the reaper You know I don't give a f*ck I don't really give a shit Y'all don't think you can get touched Im'a hit you with the Schmidt All y'all are counterfeit All y'all are hypocrites Go and get your wig split Throwin down in my mosh pits nigga