They say he's a swordsman
Back to that fly shit Silicone Valley good shit right here boy
More money on this rhyme right here boy
Take ya'll back to the front of the muthaf**king 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo lord that first Wu shit
You know what it is it's that muthaf**king
Special made high powered special made forces
What up what up what up aiyo aiyo
Chef that fly with a meat cleaver swing on a young n***a
Smack flames at him no gun neither
Leave him with a bump what the f**k
Who give a f**k if he's a swordsman I'm a gunman I run from nothing
Chain came from rent days and pumping
Wire cell with valors on drawers is colorful
I do this forever n***a raw style
Lighting Phillies fly by willies can't come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain silly
Laying in the park with the killas the coupes the villains
No rims we just ball for the millions
The emperor of slang lords kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed and I ain't got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the hustling
I got butter knives like you got butter knives
Come through huddling run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers do what it do
I got a sixty-two a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers the Bee Hives the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down only in the town
Your heart get tested and gunplay is only an investment
Flying shooters eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him "They say he's a swordsman")
You already know that man
Diamoned up double O sevens come through 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second yeah
Sons jump in front of them bullets push me up in the bullet
Stay cool I got shit where ya weapon
Hurricane slammers earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building with the jammers
Live well eat well welcome to the Terror-dome sleep well
Who don't like beefing Keep shells
I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play parts of this in detail
Well carried mannered blampers ninjas black down
Pop up on spots and vanished "They say he's a swordsman")
I got butter knives like you got butter knives
Come through huddling run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers do what it do
I got a sixty-two a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers the Bee Hives the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down only in the town
Your heart get tested and gunplay is only an investment
Get down Lord
