Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 8/10 [2 votes]Album: El Profeta Y Sus Dysipuloz / Original Release Date: 2003-03-11Genre: Hip Hop/RapSong Duration: 3 min 52 sec
{Mr. Shadow}
I'm looking down at you baby, I'ts alone at the top
Stayin high off my own crop corrupting your block
Hop in planes out of state a little change in weather
But whether it's hot or cold I still make my cheddar
Represent the South Side in the state of California
Stompin, nothin alive could ever stop me
Night stalkin, walkin in the moonlight smokin,
Hopin that you left something open
Close your doors, check your windows it's unsafe
Grab your bible and the key to the gun case
A straight nutcase crazy with the K
Like the one that comes after the A with the 4-7
No tellin what mood I'm in
All I know is you f*cked with the wrong hooligan, ha
Cover your chest or catch hot lead projectiles
A hot headed motherf*cker in a Gang File
{Chorus} [Mr. Shadow]
Bitch you know my name
We're so deep in the game
Bitch it ain't no thing
To roll deep in my gang
{Ajamu}
This is never personal death before the sauna
Where threats and the malas cross the border of Tijuana
On an everyday basis, unfamiliar faces
We still see disappeared in unfamiliar places
The game is to be sold not told, now hold your own weight
Ain?t no room for no mistakes
All it takes is one fool get insane and bring in drama
Yo Dyablo, throw these fools to the piranhas
{Chorus} [Mr. Shadow]
Bitch you know my name
We're so deep in the game
Bitch it ain't no thing
To roll deep in my gang