IRC-Galleria

IÂ’m a black man Hannibal, five stars general
King of the jungle, blood clot animal
Yall niggas wanna beef, IÂ’m a show what the hummer do
Cameras do, heats, burns like a candles do
All yall rap niggas sucks, flow like an amateurs
Humateurs, nigga I donÂ’t care what the hummer coast
I can get guns, yea straight like an analog,
Niggas in your bushes man, watching at your mommaÂ’s door
Catch me in your roof man, sneaking like a Santa clause
New tecs and Calicos, new rims on that Cadi, yo
New York to Mexico, clips what we carry on
Skin mask, t-Mac, heat burns like a Cali dro
New York streets man, skip against an alley mo
New deck and Ali´s gloves, sting like butterfly
New track and alibi, IÂ’m a let that hummer fly

These is what IÂ’m prepare, when IÂ’m sending you
Them bars so hot man, that them shots gonna ending you
You can get them shot man, its all depend on you
Me Aint no friend of you, I put them ten in you
My mental, is ghetto, you can hear it from a single
Describe my life with them bars and the pencil
This what I am, and this is what IÂ’m been through
Niggas in my hood, know what been do
Busting out your windows, strapped with em endows
Puffin them indos, looking for an indoor
These is a notta info, out box or inbox
No presidential, no sound track or intro
My heart beat like a tempo, now look where IÂ’m into