Mo 804 - Whoa

Came through moving like the wizard
Hop out with the stick and handle business
Drop it in the pot and make it sizzle
Mix it with the baking soda thats a blizzard
Obama sold hope, imma sell dope
Got me peeking out the blinds, for them pale folks
They fuckin' up the city, I can tell tho
This shit is wicked like the Cointelpro
Cant you niggas see that i'm Paranoid
I might shoot a muh fucker if he staring hard
Riding wit the bible on the dash board
Say the Boukman's Prayer then I go to war
You hear the sirens, yea we hit'em
Flatline, tell the coroner to get'em
It's another homicide in the city
All my nigga ridin' cuz we wit it
The system want to turn me to the devil
I resist and fight the power like a rebel
Denmark Vesey when you niggas see me
Nat Turner Gun Club, paint you like graffiti
I might pull up with the nine, creep up from behind
Get the gasoline, we gone start a fire
If the massa home, we gone start a riot
Put it to his dome, catch'em by surprise (Whoa!)
Why you always talking bout that nigga shit
Bout who be fucking who and who be killing shit
Always in somebody business you a Nemesis
Busta Ryhmes I'm bout to take you back to genesis
(AY)
Hot stick em, put niggas in hospitals
You niggas is not realer, original cap peeler
My village will pop any, who ever is not wit it
A killer you not nigga, my pen can jot quicker (Look)
This the revolution you will not stop
The way we we moving numbers call it hop scotch
Bad bitches wit me and they top notch
Split a nigga wig and we crop tops
Rebel with a cause, rebel with my dawgs
If he outta line, break a nigga jaw
If he butterfly, I will metamorph
Turn you to a Catepillar then I'm peelin' off

Written by:
MOSES AMIR JOHNSON

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