I See U

I See You... chorus: Peek a boo...nigga I see you...you got guns, I guns too...pointed at you... break em off something proper I'm I'm proper... im in the air like Mary Poppins... I got red dots on your head like Rodman... I'm mobbing with the mafia whose clocking ya...goones and gobblings... American mobsters...knock knock guess who's knocking ready to... pull out the choppers...spin on you cock blockers..imposters...I see you squadding behind detective hobbins... my alliby is solid...these niggaz plotting with crime watchers...I'm about to put you with the rest of the bodies that's rotten nigga what's popping... nigga grab your guns get ready...hop in the Chevy bend the corner... 3 shots to send a message no texting... execution how we do it...this goes deeper than music...ask 2 pic...we get stupid if you forget how to keep it moving.... nigga i hear you...your own threats will kill you...I plug the holes it leak through...this issue I took it off the menu and leave you...in a body bag then i scrambled like eggs and break fast...dump the ski mask and soldier rags in the trash... so you bad...but you ranned up on a wolf pack...that gun clap you got caught up in a deathtrap twist ya beer cap...where ya hood at...yo team fall back... I'm that bald cat that lay back and stay strap , ready to bust on any of you niggaz like that