Black Ops - Random Axe, Fat Ray

Get the hardware, take it to the enemy

The hard-heads all here, man the artillery

Niggas go to war for their liberty

Black ops, arms and abilities

I’ll turn your favorite artist to a mural

Put papes on it, with his birthday

A dash, and today’s date on it

I didn’t know I was confusing you, shit

We gotta eat, even murder these a musical this, this

This isn’t for the weak hearted

You’re who the streets target

With the tattle team, so we hurt one

Put them in the hospital, get them all together

And then the whole waiting room is getting magazines

Splatter dreams

Attitude is like gimme money and a bag of green

I’m blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad

I told her I’m unemployed please give me a job

This grade A potent and grade A smoke

I’m loving it

R.A.

wrote the grade A dope for hustling

And where we from and where P from

It’s guaranteed cats in the hood is gon' fuck with it

Question, why you hem your jeans

Y’all niggas looking like Ben Vereen

Don’t get rocked, pa, Benjamin Grimm

With a nine double m on the scene

Fuck around and make your Timberlands swim

Drown nigga

Fucking clown nigga

313 and Buck is the town, nigga

I’m Sean, King of the Apes

You prawn, king of the shrimps

Funny style, limp wristed son of a bitch

This nigga put fingers on this trigger

One or two pulls, this nigga is disfigured

I’m a good father but I really be illing

Colt .45 on my side, no Billy Dee Williams

Around blocks niggas like where the work at, behind you

Right on the corner in the jaw of a minor

Your whole crew is pussy and very vagina

Promise to bust your snotbox whenever I find you, P