Bullets Over Broadway

[Verse 1] They shootin, now everybody pointin up to the roof But the gunman was unfound The nigga that you can't stand now hands down Decline and step away in my prime like I'm Jim Brown Killer be dead, and then I blow trial Go underground for a few and come back with a new style Like I'm MF or Kool Keith Girls swoon at they impending doom, they wettin the passenger seats Dog [???] brilliance rage with illusions of grandeur splashed all over the page This is me in a phase, my Radio Daze Cold vintage, the wine finally aged Rain on your parade, and cold lamp in the shade Ya'll drink systematically to forego the pain Forfeit nigga, ya'll should forego the game And leave the praise to somebody who deserves the acclaim Cheers The riches and the bitches, it's all one in the same North heroin, they taking my name in vein Haul off, then it's off to the Waldorf Call big Marc like I gotta hide the sawed-off Murder for fun, but more so for profit Gettin high price pussy sent to the cockpit That beef will put you to sleep like a gas leak Bullets Over Broadway straight from broad street Fear and loathing, more crime and punishment Back to the bank, they wanna know where the money went Five fingers to the face what a dumby get Or a closed fist with or without a leather mit Killin in my sleep I'm walking night terror A day walking vampire, shits a nightmare The dangers of a soaked president is quite clear Yeah, I'm right there I'm crazy as a mad hatter or a March hare So when the saints go marching, have your weapon there Shed a tear for another dead puppeteer I reign in hell from the heavens like a bombardier There's no half-stepping here Cause you can die by the sword as if you lived like a cavalier It's all good homes it's only hip hop But that drama starts right as the record