Verse 1:

Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs

who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships?

no mo' shifts I hold enough chips to toast Criss

It's G. Rap the cat thats on your wanted most list

I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this

make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is

we're crime culprits put hot shit up in you like posters

left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures

three-thousand volt ya just like the thrid rail

and if you heard shells a herb fell

swift with the words well

jakes on my dirt trail

kicked up enough dust to hurt cells

swerve in SL's, niggas feel me like my shirt's brail

curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna H-block those

niggas in Paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed

where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop Roves

get the Nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow

shit's red hot though, the streets remain flooded with D's

bundles of Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees

the main crime wave

we handle the beef in .9 ways

get your mind grazed

my teck-nine sprays your spine blades

when it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays

put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways

diamond ??? rays blindin' you with my shine glaze,

unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase



Chorus - Wanted for ???, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down

with a mafioso posse) Wanted for ??? major operations distribution,

rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution



Verse 2:

My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'

thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'

we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'

Fifty Caliber gat embracin'

leavin' you wit' legs without sensation

who's full of malice? what thug's the wildest?

act childish and get your body sent to a stylist

who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is kalused

pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas

purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata

bodies get dropped while I attend the opera

land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada

can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza

929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza

cream like Iri Amin Dada

thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava

you and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window

creep on your benz slow and let ten blow

from out the darkest shadow

my aim's straight as an archers arrow

I'll spark this barrel

hit my target even if the mark is narrow

lay you like a pharoah

with fragments inside your bone marrow

get your wig flown just like a sparrow.



Chorus