30 Bullets

its about to get dark theres no flow like mine coming from stark Cleveland westsider 31 and Clark in the midst of the shadows you see the spark coming from the berrel of gun motherfuckers better run Ohio is where we coming from this rhymes be from the dome smoking mad opps with chrome when we pull at the zone battle anybody on the spot mark your head with the red dot turn your baby momma to a thot She get that dough i feed her cock when on the block i keep the glock and ain't a nigga gonna stop me i keep their skulls like trophies psychopathic my diagnosis illuminate them with gnosis keeping them in a trance like hypnosis that im the shit everyone knows this I might nod out but i be foscused with my headphones on listening to beats rolling the best weed up i swisher sweets then give them what they been waiting for to hit the streets with the tech send 30 bullets in your direction Knowing that the hood shall be my final destination Its game over for these rappers turn off the paystation Faking like their satans when im the rhyming abomination