featuring Peter Gunz



Chorus: Peter Gunz



I'm sending rappers to heaven

so call me uplifting

I greet ya defeat ya

take all your recognition

be in the ignition first gear

I'm gone

had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong



Verse 1: Shaq Peter Gunz



I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter

have the pin back hands up white flag surrender

what I'm into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar

gauaranteeing the world you can't find nuthin better

so whatever

bring it the front and put your money by your mouth

find your teeth and cash coming out

I bring drama to your momma if she want it

you think I'm fronitin' a fruad

Peter tell 'em how I want it



aiyo Shaq the world is yours

but can I get a city

gritty blocks shitty cops

broads with tingo bittys

hit 50 in the ruckus mutha

is I happy

you callin me fraud but your broad's calling me daddy

while you pumpin dollar bottles on the floor looking funny

I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid

and dirt getting money

sunney days is made the pain it rains no more

the cash will last from now the guns hits the floor



Chorus



Verse 2: Shaq



check it

Enrico dope like perscriptions from pharmacys

injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy

the ill beat seaker

I mystify minds like I'm a preacher

when I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure

you best believe I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve

expidisouly I get loose like hair weave

which mc out there want to come test me

put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me

I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs

I change my name to Deon cause I'm mutha freaking prime time



Chorus



Verse 3: Peter Gunz



out the alleys of the ghetto there echos a voice sweeter

the melon a felon under the first name Peter

looking out the hour glass what do I see

Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty

I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left

young gifted and black but yet I'm still marked for death

my breath and oxygen is limited

they did me in with it

they took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it

I live alive to see my seed breath airs

in and exhale but please breath clean air

runnin 'round killin people with sex you flex

spread in the bed ask me dread who's next



Chorus

Writer : SHAQUILLE O'NEAL, PETER PANKEY, SEAN HAMILTON, DOMINGO PADILLA
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC , JELLY'S JAMS, LLC