Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl L.I.F.E. Long shakin planets for the ? ? lands when I spit out and hurl words It's a Stronghold writer'
, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom
spent, boo, that's a light issue I play wit it, everything stay kidded Got that 5950 on that buck-eyes fitted They be like that man did it, still black car livin' When it
just give her bigger O's He just get her bigger bags I'm an asshole, so what my bitches like it? I'm why she get excited You why she buy the vices The
you vision my reflection And now chumps had to get a closer glimpse at it As sweat trickle down your face, you break into a panic [chorus] (phonecall 1-900-get
Think about it, put it on the faultline What'll it take to get it through to you precious I'm over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this Such
Flip Money is the case, yeah, usually when it's switched It's Chamillitary mayne, now say it cause it sticks Even with Paul, I never tried to steal all
dishin' out, chef tellin' it all Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work Expert, tryin' to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it
Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out Pull Shaq's Escalade out Motherfucker it's [Chorus] Superman It's a bird, it's a plane Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin
Yeah, nigga you so tough Tough until your heartbeat stop The tre pound pop, your arteries shot You bleed into shock, get in the pine box Damn, you's a
now im the bread maker the phantom car sittin on now and laters the hardest bar so you can ride it now or later im in the coop wit a chick she a hot
life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom
't contain it The anthem won't explain it And while that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black and take it
the Mob like HBO Sopranos niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo get niggas handled
stick with it If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it Chorus w/ minor variations [tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the break
of the valley. All I need is a game jersey. Nigga (nuts and guts) get serverd up when I get all spittin up ? Cut it up gut it up with cold cuts with another
to get it It?s Trina Weezie F. Baby Manny handle the scripts It?s all reminiscent to Gladys night in the pips? All my niggas jump around Girls jump on that dick It