One of ours part ii

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk with
When my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all cowards just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherf***er I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all press
Ain't sellin records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vests
Better learn how to

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin funny
Show, you motherf***ers, just how hungry you
get, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

[* changes each repeat]


P gunna, shots stay a come up
out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look past that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!