STRATEGIC

Heard him scream, I knew I hit him in his head I'ma stand over him, give him two more, make sure he dead I'ma keep on runnin' up this bag until I ain't got no legs I'ma keep makin' your bitch suck dick, I'm stuffin' her head Oh shit, you're stuffin' her head Beat a bitch down all night, I'm breakin' her bed Got them killers that'll slide for me, they in black and red Keep on playin' with me, you gon' get killed, bitch you heard what I said My lil' niggas ridin' on mongooses, pop you off the pegs Early morning, catch me in the kitchen, I ain't makin' eggs F*ck cookin' breakfast, man, I'd rather whip a brick instead Paranoid, almost popped my mans, thinkin' he the feds Went to Chicago, I spent some bands, draggin' bags out of Neman's Doin' hand-to-hand sales with fans, cause I know they need it Bitch wanna have my baby like Michael Jackson, I told her to beat it I'm takin' drugs to clear my mind, cause it's therapeutic When I'm in the streets, I move swift, I'm thinkin' strategic AR bullets tear his spine up, now he a paraplegic Thought his whip was made out of paper, how I shred it to pieces Told the bitch I could read her mind, I know telekinesis Told her I could show her a magic trick, just call me Houdini I'm in California with thick bitches, showin' me they bikini At a restaurant, I can't pronounce, eating crab linguine Would've thought we worked at Stanley Steamer's, we do house cleanin She know I'm a boss, she could tell just by my demeanor Gave her a facial, she rubbed it in like it's Noxzema All this water on me, I'ma need to get in touch with FEMA I'm a hood rich nigga, I f*ck around and slide in the beamer I got a chocolate and vanilla bitch, call them Pam and Gina Got weed, pints, and shrooms, and we sellin' Christina Takin' a trip to Minnesota, goin' to Josephina Tryin' to get a new Rollie, flooded like Hurricane Katrina Right now, I'm smokin' Mary Jane, sippin' on Wockesha Can't remember the last time I was sober, think I got amnesia I told you before, I'm not human, I'm a different creature Kill him and dump his body in volcanoes up in Indonesia Me and Rez poured up a six of wock In a big Tahitian Adrenaline pumping fourty' get to dumpin', I love trigger squeezing I ain't no blood and I don't pop fives, but I leave a nigga bleedin I ain't no Crip', I don't bang sixties, but these blues I'm keepin This scat back, I'm in so fuckin' fast, you'll think it's a demon I'm itchin' to pull a pussy top back, just give me a reason