Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim

(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)

Pass that shit homey



[IntroChorus]

Now tell me what y'all smokin

What kinda heat y'll holdin

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



[Verse One]

Zoom, from outer space he comes

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun

Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized

What is his race nation or creed?

Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens

Spit at judges, stepped on peasants

But in reality, I just entered your galaxy

September '73, up in these wild streets

Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)

And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes



[Chorus]



[Verse Two]

My nigga smoke with one lung

If he cough he might die, passin me trees

The liquor bottle's almost empty

We about to collide, with the enemy

Only way you die if it's meant to be

You fuckin with a general

No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you

Now we knockin on your mama door

Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war

Death, angels comin for you

Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2

Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?

The hands of time, or the hands of medicine

Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake

Walk by your casket, spit in your face

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide

And when y