Two Pistols
You gon’ need more than one job if you gon’ eat around here
So I don’t see a lot of y’all eatin’ this year
Rappers can’t live no more, they all dyin’ out
Stakes so high, yeah, I can’t take a time out
Every MC got a strong team beside of ‘em
If he get trapped, they grab the mic and go ride for him
Last motherfucker stepped got his whole crew crippled
But sometimes, when things get hot, I wish I brought two pistols…
This is Masterpiece Theater
I don’t grab the mic
The way I butcher MCs, it’s like I had a meat cleaver
Cleanin’ up the neighborhood like a street sweeper
And I make ‘em get busy like a substitute teacher
Run up in the studio and bust a new heater
If you not a fan of us, we don’t fuck with you neither
We got our own thing like Heavy D
You should go back home or leave with a
Half-dome like Yosemite
Smashin’ on tracks, that’s my specialty
Like, yo, here’s a wheelchair, rappers couldn’t even
Stand next to me
I take it back to C3PO or Ballad of a Menace by CPO
It’s on like a TV show
Everything was all good just a week ago
Now it’s all wack, what the fuck you call that?