collect in props

Yeah,Ima start collectin props,connectin plots
Networkin like a conference
cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Police shake me down,which gangsta movie you like? This is real trife
Real life- wanna get ya shot in the game,and earn some real stripes
Just like Feds magazine you couldnt imagine the battered scene
You get shot up by little ****** wearin gabberdeans
Im tired of lookin like Malcolm, in the window though
Unpack the strap, Baldhead Slick smokin indo yo
Im not gonna speak on the personal, street business
As long as Moe and King keep witness, its Sunzu Part 2
Bring your guards too, never knew the depth of my crew
Although Im God-body, Baldhead Slick used to be a nobody
****** didnt know that my crews thick
Aiyyo we killa hungry, I turn food back guerilla monkey
Once I do that, nobody aint healin and comfy
I make ****** come out the rugbies(Talk ****,Ill kill ya company)
Your for that jake, take my head Ill fake my death
They wanna kill me cuz they hate my strength
Thats why they vote when I raise the M
And let go, hollow fights from Expo
Hear my tec blow, my tec blow electro
Thou which is set pose, these streets is Death Row
One through ya neckbone, jerk back ya headphone
***** pop to that, you talk heat, hope you got the gat
Who can amount to this? Sit back and pour a ounce of Cris
Bump a ounce to this, watch the bouncer get
Testamentic, wild out, we gon press ya district
Sign out, or pull ya nines out andtest ya biscuits
Aint no talkin once ya head is twisted (son)
Aint no talkin once ya head is twisted
Ima start collectin props, connectin plots
Networkin like a conference,cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Jakes shake me down,haters wanna take me down
Break it down blaow,all they heard was the sound
Ima start collectin props,connectin plots
Networkin like a conference,cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Jakes shake me down,haters wanna take me down
Break it down blaow,all they heard was the sound
**** rappin bout hamburgers
Ima rap about murders, flippin work, and thirty burners
The only thing cookin on the stove, is crack in the pot
We flip pies like Jack In The Box
My .44 be blastin the cops,I mastered the block
My cousins a NARC, said sleep in the day,come out when its dark
******ll test ya heart-Black Rhinos rip a vest apart
Anybody doubt,**** it we knockin em out
Trinidad style with a body-shot,loud like when a Rotti bark
Cold John Gotti heart,Cant be broke
aint no joke,yes I smoke,wooden dro
Five oh-oh , summer 99,I seen the snow
**** the DEA and CEO
its sour dough *****,Mr. Moe *****...
Collectin props,collectin props
I throw punk ****** through cement walls,and break sheetrock
Compound sound before the beat drop
Beat break,I shake **** like Japanese earthquakes
Thunderstorm,sweaty palms ,grab firearms
Blisters on my soles,runnin on hot coals from po-po
Ya faced-off,get scraped off my windshield,I been healed
Rapped up in my turban, green colored Suburban
Bleach **** a detergent...
I whip ass and kick ass and clear paths with blowtorches
Burn down fortresses ,and crack foreheads like porcelain
I got a habit for the beef
Put ya soul on a hole of the earth where its mad deep
Dont let that coal burn ya back
My name is Pete Power ,burn ya gat
The devil made me mad,tell him to send me a kite
And Ima send one back with autographs from murder fans...
Now Ima start collectin props, connectin plots
Networkin like a conference,cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Jakes shake me down,haters wanna take me down..