[Mr. Shadow]   It's the master of the dark   Stalkin anybody talking about the incident   Tryin to blow it like if I was the president   Narcotic selling resident   Makin ends daily   Fuck being locked in Bailey   Boo I got to feed my baby   And maybe lately   You've been havin dreams   Of this mothafucka followin your steps   Where ever you may be   I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali   Where homies run up in bunches   Beat you crutches in the back of an alley   Call me Daddy   When you come before my presence   If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic   Like a present, adolesence   Gun Slangers where I come from   That big Woptown Crazies   Is the gangsters that you run from   Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical   I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual   It's pitiful to see a fool die like a bitch   But that's the way it goes   When you're got up in the mix you trick      [Chorus]   It's the mind of a sick man   But can you blame me   Mothafuckas out to get me   Strap me down and incarcerate me   You got to beat down or get beat down   Rules of the game and ghetto streets clown   [Repeat 2x]      [Mr. Shadow]   Pack a bowl inhale the smoke and a don't stop   Cause in my part of the block   We pack glocks and grow crops   If you cross through my hood   It'd be like crossin through   The Brumueta Triangle   Find your body floating   With signs of bein strangled   I disable body's like a cripple   Strike em with an axe   With a natural high   I relax when I smoke my crypto   Slang crystal   On my hip I got my pistol   You wanna be a victim   Come on fool don't make me whistle   Scitzo... phranic   Eye lids always slanted   Death wish granted   When I draw my automatic   Dramatic   People say I'm satanic   For my actions   Knock on your front door   When you answer   Find me blastin   Attackin straight jackin   211 on my rivalry   Inside of me   There passion for armed robbery   So possibly   It's just that I'm a mothafuckin nut   Plan and simple homie   I just don't give a mad fuck      [Chorus]      [Mr. Shadow]   Now fuck beatin around the bush   I straight smoke em   Find me a mothafucka that's a snitch   And straight choke em   In blood we soak em   Ain't no joke   I love to make a mothafucka buckel   Give a sign and watch my boys rush you   In a couple   Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics   4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic   It's ironic pounds of chronic   When I blaze   The place is full of gangstas   Fuck a rebel and rave   My behavior is negative   So stop runnin   If not it'll be your relative   The one I'm gunnin   Blunted, wanted by America's Most   Cause the shit that I be rappin   Makes a fool wanna over... dose   Black roses after hyptnosis   Send your wife your hand   As a gift with paid postage   Now you know it ain't no game   In my town   Where the ballers make it happen   And the hood hoppers get beat down      [Chorus]