BUDDHA BLESS U

(This track was a pit stop) I'm like Buddha on the Block/ the way I ball I got shooters on the clock /handle the Rock/like Recruiters on the watch/ from the top of the key/ I do Maneuvers off the spot/from the foul line my Hang Time/ cute'r with the flock/all birds of a feather/ fly together off the top/ drop doo doo like yooho/ just shitten on your block/ jock clocking my style ticking/watching every Tock/soon as I boom in a room out the box/ now you shock cuz I blew/ and you assumed I wouldn't pop/ checkered flags up/mother fuck I'm too hot/Muffler fire,spinning Tire, super duper big as pac/ 2 Above the Rim/i got the juice and the gin/like Biggie/ small-time friends we are not/ in the hearts of men/is all kind of sins we forgot/nigga if you ready to die/ then I'll blow your top/ tornado torpedoes,hurricane if I box/ handy wit the tool/superstorm Sandy wit the ox/ then I break wind/passing like gas,kiss my ass/ this my last time / burning rubber in your ex thot/ crash dummy,Dash bummy, cash funny,jackpot!/ empty pockets like a empty socket/ got the plug shocked!/electrified off the lies /you just slid between the eyes/that's electric slide/we just let chu slide between sides/now you decide/as we provide a way for you hide/pistol, one bullet, rope, chair, yeah it's a suicide/ who surprised nigga you knew this the last stop/ stop copping pleas/you knew I was voodoo on the block/drop,lock your knees/I'm the executor on the block/ who gone chop shop down/ clear the house,gag and bound/ don't publish one sound/ lost and found I got the drop/ surround burial ground/threw you in a lot/ headstone dead and gone/ no one knew you had to drop /off the face, face off/ screw face, you was not/ loose screws,screwdriver/ so screwed, you just got /chewed out, schools out,/fools need rules and lessons/ on how to move,stick and use tools with aggression/ Parabellum profession/ like unscrewing a weapon/ and shooting with precision/ twisting niggaz like a top/ index on the trigger not missing one shot/ fire out the barrel lit/ I'm John wick wita Glock /and I shoot it like a shooter/ wita wicked jump shot /cock and aim wit it /click it,hit the target on the dot /swish!/ this all net/ check!/Nikey all set/ 'fore i take off and air Jordan /Forcing one stop/ cause I got more in-store/ four corners of the block /got D got C/ Dead Currency in knots/ gotta style that's sheek/ gotta kiss on the cheek /gotta hood on my head/ sneaking dead up in your spot/gotta pistol full of missiles/ that'll hug you like they miss you/hit and never miss you/ deep massage the tissue/ icy hot!/heat the bone gristle /dead up in the pot/stir fry,birds fly,doves cry,/as the clock/ stops ticking/ times up like a graveyard plot /as the plot thickens/ quick like gravy, stovetop!/you just made a grave mistake/ thinking outside the box /now you in a wooden nailed closed/ frozen on locked)......6 feet it took 6 weeks to give you 6 shots/for 18 grand my man ran the whole 6 blocks/duck 6 cops/and 6 neighborhood watch/then straight gave it to'em at 6 o,clock /18 minutes later,a Baldhead wit 6 dots/appeared outta somewhere,in like 60 seconds tops!/bow and said 6 words/while throwing 6 rocks/"THE ROOT OF SUFFERING IS ATTACHMENT"! Then he stopped/turned and looked straight at me parallel locked/eye to eye and said "MAY BUDDHA BLESS YOU FOR WHO YOU'RE NOT"!/