Visions of a Silent One

Comin up tha mutha****** block, its tha

Undertaker

Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle

I wont hesitate ta

Jus let you have it wit a few thangz

No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,

I'm takin aim

Now all these methods, need to finish him

I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as

I diminished him

Intoxicated, rule number 1

Pookie jus cant be faded

High off that dosha,

I don told ya

I was bound to make it

******z smoke, forget that drama

I be tellin ya

Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular

And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha

Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body ******ver

Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker

Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla

Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat

As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet

Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain

As I post up on tha curve, do you forget

I'm tha blame?

Wit tha finastatic, lift up my ******rt to pistol

I will grab it

Killin folks and smokin blunts,

I'm lettin these ******z have it

Chorus[x2]

Visions of a

Silent One, loadin up an extra clip

Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip

Trip and watch me throw some ******t at yo head

No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead

Now look into tha eyes of a mutha****** crook (Whatcha see?)

Jus a crip azz ****** high as he can be

Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives

Be comin hard,

I told ya, and spittin ******t so potent

And toastin to heavy burdens, ******

I'm on my own

Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home

It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree

Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that ******)

Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin

Man I hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mine

And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you

Comin up I'm bound to a

Southside clown fool

Mr. Pookie,

Mr. Muffit,

K-Roc and

C-Pone Rippin beats we see on

Smokin killa til we gon

Loan me them pistols so

I can make a dismissal, what

Wont need to dis you, leave you ******tty like some tissue

****** you anotha havoc, cause boy

I aint gon have it

My Visions of a

Silent One release tha automatic

Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way

Got em lost in tha maze betta yet

I see you dazed

Be amazed by tha power

I posess, that

I stress Turn tha

S to a P on yo mutha****** chest

It's best you keep yo distance cause ******

I jus wont listen

Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin

Chorus [x2] (Pookie please jus let me live, man)

****** would you let me live? (Huh?)

That's wha

I thought (Gun shot)

Surprise ******

I hit that scene when you think

I wouldnt

Talkin ******t to my ******z now boy you really shouldnt

Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz

Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body ******ver

Flossin that ****** that you wit and really ******t to me

Cause I don already ****** that hoe

But you cant tell and you cant see

How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm

Be quick to snatch yo ****** and leavin that hoochie body numb

Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz

Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now

I think I'll pass

I'd rather smoke on a blunt

I get so high

I get tweeted

I try to stop smokin so much,

K-Roc keepin me ******ed

Jus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no static

I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk ****** have it

This ****** dont know where

I'm from homeboy you betta take a look

Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030

Stoneycrook

Chorus [x2]