The Smoking Gun [Xtended Clip]

Planet of the rats, damage to you cats

Still standing, ran the gambit on your traps

Damn your acts, who cares about the facts

Hysteria, terrorists plan attacks

The Man tax purchases and wages

The NASDAQ rate and New York Stock Exchange is

In a bad way, shit, we need some changes

Plus some back pay, now the Iraq war's ancient

Blackwater scandals, Wall Street greed

The Man backing vandals and all the cheats needs

Gambling's a disease, so why you doing it with your life

While you're off scheming, another man's screwing your

I'm not poking fun, I'm just toking one

You can see the trail leading to the smoking gun

Red-handed like a deer caught in the headlights

Book'em, lock'em up after you read'em their rights

Slam the door shut, that's solitary

Get fucked in your WHAT, that's kinda scary

Make you wish you didn't act like a asshole

How ironic, now your life's a fiasco

A whole string of bad decisions and mistakes

Listen, when are y'all gonna learn for shit sakes

Sounding like my pops when I write this hot

Rhyme then I spit it, got no time for licking shots

Unless we're talking about tequila

Not a gorilla pimp, criminal or killer

I'm just a law-abiding, upstanding citizen

I don't do drugs, my doctor prescribes me the medicine

Yeah, GS boy-boy

Phantom of the opera, music getting popular

Motherfuckers noticing, hood rats stopping us

Trying to chop it up, but I'm on a schedule

I don't do regs, I do medicals

I'm incredible, yeah I had to say it

We made it and radio didn't have to play it

They paying no traveling, busier than ever

I came a long way from the semi's in the leathers

Yeah, we used to jimmy-in Barettas

Joy ride in cars used to get us through the weather

Winter nights, stash the material for shit I write

While you rep shit that you never did in life

What you acting for

I fuck around and have my young dog crack your jaw