i know ive been gone just for a minute
to through off the cops of the crimes i committed
the bullets that ive spitted the logs i have shitted
call me like oj for the glove has aquitted no evidence fitted
fom the sounds of the speakers only clear cass is the trace of my sneakers
from running in houses leaking oil from heaters
stabbing little kids showing tricks to the treaters
sticks made for beaters and busting off domes
swinging around like the attack of the clones
one scrach and a moan im toney montana aka al capone
got ak's in bandannas with a disgiuse of there own
they come in all colors surrounded tones red white and black
and some polished cromes so much heat it can demolish your bones
listen carefully to the sound of the splat
the rounds that i spat 1 two your shoe and 3 four your hat
dragging your body like the cheese of a rat
didn't your realize the spring of the trap
the fling of the strap the bling of the gat
that shit's called diamonds like the eye of a cat
having nine lives is both crazy and phat
you lazy and fat you should pay me for that
i go to work and you just sit on your ass
like a lawn more you devoure my grass
the look on your face is why we have nomore glass
cuz if looks could kill i would die once and come back for a thrill
michael jacskon is black naw he's as white as a pill
a little bit quear and a lot over hill
iced out teeth like the rocks on my grill
yaw spend a g but mine cost a bill
enough gaze off my smile to make medussa stand still