Black Ops (Remix)

Oh my God, they killed Kenny. You bastards.. Them niggas want war, tell them bring it Yeah Yeah, aye I got two Glocks, call them Mustang and Sally They scratching niggas off, they turnt a nigga to a tally I ain't from the city, but don't be swinging down this alley And yeah, I'm one of the good guys, but I gotta stick to Cali But through the night, I hear voices and see numbers like my name Mason It's a white man army, they'll take your brain and try to replace it Use your fucking brain, they wanna fly you out to be a patient And they only want you for the front line of they rotation Why join the army when I'm already armed and dangerous And yeah, they send you checks for life, but after your leg's dangling I'm choking up the underground, they like chill with the strangling Tell me, should I hit a nigga block or hit the range, man AK-74u on me Yeah, this bitch a baby Drac And if I ever shoot a vid, that bitch a be a crazy tape Yeah, I got some shit on me that'll make a nigga wakey-wakey Leaving niggas in a blood pond, that's a lazy lake Man, I'm moving through the forest like my last name Gump but im more like Larenz Tate when he get a fucking pump Shout out to Willie D, but I'm the real clean up man Man, I beat that coochie up, I make it do handstands When you step up in them streets, ain't no more calling for your mama They think I went to war, the way I'm dealing with this trauma And man, I been cooking shit up like I'm DJ Drama been dropping hot shit like a terrorist, but I'm not a bomber They say the hoes need help, I think they need a father Their priorities are sucking dick and riding around in Chargers And I don't diss hoes, man, I'm just gone tell the truth And if your ass get offended, then your ass must fit that shoe Real nonchalant nigga, make a bitch go poof When my shit come on, they like, damn, he talking loose Crazy thing, it's off the phone, cause I ain't got a fucking booth And i can merch, I'm killing any beat I'm tearing it from the roots But day and day, man, I swear, nigga, getting better And bitch, I've been a big dog, I don't care for your measure I don't need to hit ya bitch, she won't give me pleasure I want a down bitch that blow that blick like Sheva But if I hit ya bitch, man, I would've sent her to the reaper And none of these rappers wanna battle I'm leaving niggas with seizures Don't worry about the last album, that's a sleeper I walk up on a nigga and blow him down like a creeper body's normally six feet deep, but I'ma put you deeper And if I catch you dangling, I'ma sweep you by your feet, bruh They say I make it look too easy, but I ain't never cheat, bruh And yeah, we never retreat, we run to action like a cheetah But like I said, man, I'ma be the fucking GOAT While these niggas in they basement struggling to get some hope I done cleaned the game up like I hit the streets with soap And I love my life, good or bad, so you can keep the rope Yeah, man, had to take it back to 2010 for you fuckboys I'm really him, I'm real pressure, been doing this I might f*ck around, travel to the future, give y'all something, you know