[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]