Corleone

A six man, I’ve been known to win

Since I was a little kid and Fat Joe was thin

Back then he wasn’t telling me shit

I wouldn’t listen even when advice was good

I was sticking to my vision

If it’s all times in one

I can think of the past hurt

And still got my "no head

No backstage pass" shirt

I never change my name or my Myspace password

No fathered on my style

So have a ghetto bastard

Why you taking so long in

Seeing people want the answer?

First I had a baby then

My lady got the cancer

Life throw a kitchen sink at

You in a major way guess my cap is my cape

I’m here to save the day

Hard to rumble if you ain’t no beast

And now I’m training hard

And thinking ‘bout war, not peace

There’s a time for that and that

Is not currently my status

Waiting for the sun, twiddle my thumbs

I’m up and at ‘em

The night is young i always

Know when it’s over

When people get drunk and

Start speaking very sober, real as shit!

I guess it’s time to make the most of it

It’s not how long you live but what

You have to show for it

Not how I’m sinking in my frequencies

I’m made for the sky, I’m flying frequently

So easily I approach

The person sitting next to me flying coach

Blacked the fuck out, wake up at customs

Forgot to flush my weed, I’m all flustered

Passed inspection, collect my belongings

Life in the rain, no umbrella, no arming’s

First up, nothing feel as good as earning it

Uh! I set it off to leave

Impressions that are permanent, point two

The pricing always right, but always the cost

And the boss ain’t always right

But he’s always the boss

Yeah, I got bars for life

And you’re a fresh fish i’m Charles Bronson

This is motherfucking Death Wish

Friends are worried ‘bout me saying

I need a head shrink

Chilling with a bitch in Bel

Air like Fresh Prince

Serial killer that packs a punch

‘Cause I just ate a full

Box of Captain Crunch

Yeah, and you can’t cry over spilled milk

Did so much bad shit, I am guilt filled

They think it’s funny when

You’re struggling with life

Like I’m walking with a blindfold

And juggling with knives

Darth Vader in a room

Full of white Stormtroopers

Black tints cover up my bright orange pupils

Full of uncut dope like a Cessna

All my words worth a fortune like Retna's

And I just went through turbulent times

Every verse occurred

I blurt it from a murderous mind

I’m moving like a man possessed

I am in a hurry

I’m Christine ’58 red Plymouth Fury

I’m pristine just in case y’all worry

But there’s two sides to me

Like a baseball fury

You’re sitting catatonic

Flex like I’m on anabolics

Turn your brain matter to paint

Splatter like Jackson Pollock quit stalling

I’m King Kong the stone walling

Just give me the link, I’ll stop snowballing