I Made It

//**NOTE: INCOMPLETE**// [Intro: Trick Trick] (This shit ain't funny) Yeah, Ok! Y'all didn't know what it is, nigga? ... The game has officially changed That's right I don't know what you thought (?) Goon Sqwad, D12 McVay, crack they heads nigga! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This is the tales of the dark side I park right in front of your spot Put a hole in your car right I never been playing like they told That I lean over that passenger side It ain't rovin' while it's (?) I give you hoes a makeover Pole pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them And I'm a dash faster than locomotive I can trespassing a ram shaking Murder your families and it ain't no closure I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions When I get back on the block these niggers mashing I got the world in my palm and I'm a smash it Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere I'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck And stuff your face in a half of cake Force you to take a breath, I could care less about who you be Or what you do for the community We taking it over I'm on a shootin' spree [Hook] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Single top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? Taking over this bitch and Y'all Hate it [Verse 2: Trick Trick] It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery Possession with intent to deliver federal property Another assault with intent to great (?) And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cope a plea 3 strikes in and motherfuck the 4th Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do I ever get caught I'm a ... Just for me splittin' and everyday ... 74 stitches Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze Verses smell Proof, looking like black cheese I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet [Verse 3: Bizarre] Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs (uhh..) Back at the lab, cookin' up shit Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit Convict lunatic, no gang banger Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer (stop the fight!) Suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice Ak47 I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells 5 o'clock news catch the details And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus (Get off the bus!) And god forbid if I ever get shot Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc Bizarre, Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 4: Kuniva] It's best to shut your mouth up Bullets flying through your window Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up Gotta keep the hustle going, A Shady fuckin' omen Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin' We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out I don't need cameras when I ... your mouth Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad D-12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up Do it for the gusto, what up doh You a bitch you nigger, you can take it how you want like a slut ho If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it Way worst than he is,.. about my ... To finish you off in the hospital while I’m visiting [Hook]