Long Kiss Goodnight

I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease

****, please, blood floods your dungarees

And that's just the half of my warpath

Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater

Than the average player-hater and spectators

Buy my CD twice

They see me in the streets, they be like, "Yo, he nice"

But that's on the low, though

Be the cats with no dough tried to play me at my show

I pull out .44's and go up in they clothes

Short change ****, snort 'caine, ****

Extortion came quicker, bought the range, ****

You still tickle me

I used to be as strong as Ripple be

Till little Cease crippled me

Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be

The game's sour like a pickle be

Y'all know the rules

Move from BK to new Jerus'

Thinkin' 'bout all the planes we flew

Bitches, we ran through

Now the year's new, I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, **** envious

Too many **** on my dick, shit's strenuous

When my men bust, you just move with such stamina

Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at ya (We ain't mad at ya)

Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin'

Catch cases, come out frontin', smokin' somethin'

Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz, bumpin'

I laced it with the basic, six TVs, a system

Knockin' Ma$e shit

Face it, we hard to hit

Guard your shit 'fore I stick you for your re-up

Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

Long kiss

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at these fuckin'

Maniacs put my name in raps

What part the game is that? Like they hustle backwards

I smoke Backwoods and Duchies, you can't touch me

Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy

You're bleedin' lovely wit' yo' spirit above me

Or beneath me, your whole life, you live sneaky

Now ya rest eternally sleepy, you burn when you creep me

Rest where the worms and the weak be

My .9 flies, baptize rap guys

With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most

You hold your toast shaky, slip and tryin' to break me

Look what you made me do, brains blue

My team in the marine blue, Six Coupé

Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out

The block for distances, givin' long kisses, bitch

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Frank White, the menace, and Chron-Chron's the medicine

I got the lettuce and you turn green like cucumber skins

Got the new Hummer in the summer, when I was a new-comer

Then drugs and MAC-10's, hugs from fake friends

Make ends, they hate you

Be broke, girls won't date you

That's why I relate too

Choke yo' ass out till your face blue

Make you open the safe too

No matter how you call it

This brolic alcoholic

Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid

Distribute to kids who take heart like Valentine

Drink Ballantine all the time

Slugs hit your chest, tap your spine, flatline

Heard through the grapevine they got fucked four times

Damn, that three-to-nine fucked you up for real, though

Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight