Visions of a Silent One

[Mr. Pookie]

Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker

Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I won't hesitate ta

Jus let you have it wit a few thangz

No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missile pack,I'm takin aim

Now all these methods, need to finish him

I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him

Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus can't be faded

High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it

Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya

Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular

And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha

Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver

Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker

Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla

Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat

As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet

Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain

As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?

Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it

Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it

Chorus[x2]

Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip

Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip

Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head

No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead

Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?)

Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be

Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives

Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent

And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own

Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home

It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree

Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)

Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin

Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby bein mine

And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you

Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool