Sarcophagus II lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat, Crunchy Black & $lick $loth]
Point me a tone, right point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right, dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right, point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go (Run that sh*t, mane)
Easy come, easy go
$ui-$ui, $carecrow, $ui
$care-crow, $ui, $ui, Grey
'Bout to f*cking—

[Verse 1: $lick $loth & Krayzie Bone]
Run up on a f*cking pus*y, kill him like nobody love 'em
Grabbin' the shovel, wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic, cold-hearted motherf*cker
Run your mouth, b*tch, run your mouth
All these f*ckin' rappers front, talking sh*t behind your back
They shake your hand, then hit the blunt
You see the difference with me?
I grew up with the Gs in the West Bank streets
Running drugs up on my bike when I was just thirteen
Every day another fight, but I was scared to bleed
You beat my ass? You better kill me, I'll return with the fleet
Cut 'em, gun 'em down and nothing, beat the case in a week
If nobody do no snitching, they ain't got sh*t on me
Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo'-
Walking free, (Murda) while you dead (Murda) covered up in a sheet, b*tch (Mo' murda)
[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Pull up wit' the motherf*ckin' Tec, pull up wit' the motherf*ckin' Mac
Pull up wit' the motherf*cking sack full of green
What you mean you ain't gon' smoke this sh*t with me?
I smack a rapper with the backhand, then tell him to get his own P
What you know about me, ho? Grey is what I be
I got Ramirez in the cut, and he stay ready to cut, yeah b*tch
I got Christ in the cut with the shotty pumpin' and ducking
I got Navi, I got Blackout, I got SixFo, I got Stunna
Now what the f*ck you wanna do? I just gotta call up a number

[Verse 3: Ramirez]
Think about a murder, reppin' triple six is unheard of
Stalking through the f*ckin' night, and killin' these bustas
So, what's heard of?
$lick is grippin' on the Mossberg, Oddy on the Tec-9
Run ya mouth, I'll bust your spine and end your motherf*ckin' life
Got these bodies floating where the river turns grey
f*ckin' with the '59? The bullets from my new revolver gettin' sprayed
Suckin', duckin', grippin' on my motherf*cking tone
Punch you in the f*cking face, stab ya brain with your nose bone

[Outro: Project Pat & Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you ho