Young Buck feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo - Bonafide Hustler (Remix) - My Murder Rap

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• Description : http://twitter.com/MrRockwell http:...(more)//myspace.com/rigmicfiend Yahoo IM: MistahMicFiend Thisis50: http://thisis50.com/profile/RiGoletto51 Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1267063405&ref=profile Lyrics: Black bentley coupe curtains closed/ heres the situation/ I gotta hit a high level gangster before the family gets wind of it/ to be honest we all just puppets/ I tell my chauffeur to stomp the gas & I know he loves it/ hes a speed demon & Im slow wit it/ Im reflecting on my life in chrome pictures/ and that chrome vision/ got me this black tint &/ chronometrics way off/ I never take a day off/ feelin like Snipes in Sugar Hill/ I know my enemies want a piece of my sweet will/ but that shit has been bequeathed to someone whos never sunk they teeth/ into the life on which Im about to speak/ thoughts of a gangster/ I look at my crucifix/ wondering am I condemned/ even still as the barrels hot from recent use/ hehe religious poetry in a bloody suit/ maybe Im a pheromone a type foreign object/ I trigger happy natural reactions from the factory that we were in that led to this current mess/ theres no mop for a busted top/ not the blunt paper but somebodys top/ heads gone/ hes out of his mind/ hes like a kid tired of practicing the flute/ sleepy hollow/ I wallow in my misery/ I doubt you know anybody as sick as me/ I patterned my life after Capone & Montana/ but you would think I was in construction with how often I use hammers & beams/ but be careful Im dangerous when Im on lean/ or on tilt/ pinball is what I call this life/ we put our balls on the line & hope we dont lose them right/ man I guess so/ cars runnin hot/ too much Petro/ enough of that target is acquired/ I put the weed down/ Im not contracted to do this but Im feelin hired/ I let the window ease down/ I crack my neck/ adjust the scope on the barrel to be sure my aims correct/ hes got an entourage/ it means nothing/ I can kill em all/ but I HAVE to get him/ hes the monkey wrench thats been making my profits slip/ and with that reference Im sure you can figure out the shape of my clip/ hes never been seen even the people who roll with him dont know his visage/ I care not about that Im just so vicious/ beam on his 4 head/ cherry on the top/ one squeeze of the silence gun & I watched his body rock/ confusion ensued/ pandemonium, mayhem/ this is what life is like for made men/ its not all gators & silk suits/ many times its fatigues & army boots/ got back home & I watched the news/ top story/ drug affiliate killed/ he was wanted in connection with a bloody robbery caught on film/ they took his mask off since he was previously unidentified/ I looked at the screen with a curious eye/ in that moment I saw I killed my own brother/ hadnt seen him since I brought him into the life, deep cover/ now my will means nothin ~RiGRockwell (less)