Two Pistols

You gon’ need more than one job if you gon’ eat around here So I don’t see a lot of y’all eatin’ this year Rappers can’t live no more, they all dyin’ out Stakes so high, yeah, I can’t take a time out Every MC got a strong team beside of ‘em If he get trapped, they grab the mic and go ride for him Last motherfucker stepped got his whole crew crippled But sometimes, when things get hot, I wish I brought two pistols… This is Masterpiece Theater I don’t grab the mic The way I butcher MCs, it’s like I had a meat cleaver Cleanin’ up the neighborhood like a street sweeper And I make ‘em get busy like a substitute teacher Run up in the studio and bust a new heater If you not a fan of us, we don’t fuck with you neither We got our own thing like Heavy D You should go back home or leave with a Half-dome like Yosemite Smashin’ on tracks, that’s my specialty Like, yo, here’s a wheelchair, rappers couldn’t even Stand next to me I take it back to C3PO or Ballad of a Menace by CPO It’s on like a TV show Everything was all good just a week ago Now it’s all wack, what the fuck you call that?