[Mr. Lil' One (talking)]   Aight, here we go   Oh yeah... triple sixin   Mr. Lil' One, GPA   And that mothafucka Shadow      [Mr. Lil' One]   Comin through my return   Mothafuckas fin to burn   It's the Little   I came to bring the pain in the rain   Exclude me from any peace talks   Watch the gun shot   Comin through your block   Mothafuck you and the cops   Still I feel the urge to emerge for the kill   Spit up in your face, roll you down a big hill   No one will rescue the streets wanna test you   Put you on the spot for that bull shit you talked   Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your house   And then you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse   And then I seen you fly, deep into the night   I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck might   I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground   Don't even got an attitude but claimin to be rude   Finally I send those claimin to be foes   To that other level, you can't fuck with the devil      [Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]   I got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken [shaken]   All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin]   Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin]   Evil like that mothafucka Satin [Satin]      Got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken [shaken]   All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin]   Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin]   Evil like that mothafucka Satin [Satin]      [Mr. Shadow]   It's the shadow of your death here to take your last breath   Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas with my lokness   Hokus pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke is   Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow this   Nemesis, makin none of this cause you're envious   The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a minister   I'll blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm rushin   I'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians   Concussion, ain't no gettin up full of blood clots   I must turn my soul competition into dust   A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow   If your ass only knew all the days I let you borrow   The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever paused   I knew it from the git cause I read in the cards   And now you hear me laugh   Like the witch that did the craft   Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the past      [Chorus]      [GPA]   With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your dome   It's the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone   Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these streets   You better not get caught slippin   Like a rhyme your ass will meet defeat   Hey Little, who the next to second guess our flows   I hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door   Along with a note some wires a clock and dynamite   30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of your life   Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every thing personal   In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a funeral   I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile   You asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I defile   Any thing you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme   Just keepin my time, look and you'll find   And you'll decide whether or not the truth's inside   You heard it come from me, should be no other way   Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day      [Chorus]