[Verse 1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the green machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screen, hear me?
To a lion you are just deer meat
Fear God fear me ser-ious us
P.E. YM them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like Craig go
It's all gravy tryna build like Legos
Betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target
Oops!
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 2]
Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard
I travel like B-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say what up Blood!
What da lick read!?
Five star general and the six speed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if be turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me!
A part of me!!
Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)
Every man on offense singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it rest in piece Pimp-C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch hope that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw or!
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a patch of bitches
Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
Uhahaha!
