Honoring The Legends Of Gangsta’s Paradise

These motherfuckas must don’t know who they are fucking with    
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard dick      
Taking you down with a head shot hit      
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood      
I will fuck you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood      
      
You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt      
Moving the coke, bitches, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his ass been straight dealt      
My initials in the palm, my calling card, my Nun Runner private welts      
       
Removing that wolf skin, after slaughtering the sheep, you see me bitch, bow down upon the greet      
I’m the Queen B on these mean streets, you say otherwise, a toe tag on your feet      
Past the initiation of the Bloods and the Crips      
You come after me, my fist going past your lips, string your ass up then slitting your wrist      
       
Me and my Gee, we own the better have of the East Coast and the dirty South too      
Ghosting your ass, after I give you your just do      
Only person around me can flex muscles is my Boo      
I will hack you up, boil your bloody flesh, then serve it to your next of kin under AK-47 duress, as gourmet food      
We get our props, moving to and fro on the down low  
Stealing your money while flipping mine      
I walk my talk when I boast, got the law in my pocket to invade doing prison time      
       
You think you got me figured out, you best think you again, when coming up against me      
Taking my fur off, pulling my Glock hammer back, while you still fat mouthing on your knees      
I hope you got life insurance, you bout to kiss dirt, forgive you, not my credo, bitch please      
Open your mouth, yeah that’s right, your teeth making love to the tip      
Looking down at my Cartier, this is some slow torturing bullshit      
Gee crack this bitch ass poser on top of his head, so his homies get my drift      
       
I steal bricks for breakfast, then sell your stolen dope      
Feeding incognito habits, from the doctor to the preacher, hell, you can even throw in the Pope      
I will chop your head off, place it on my spear, then fuck you up again      
My name is synonymous with assassinating your ass, my signature is that eleventh sin      
       
Yeah, that’s what the fuck is up      
       
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