Parental Discretion (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Aye yo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you

Where you walked to at night, caught you, then tried to extort you

New York **** is trigger happy, got Pataki scared

This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere

There it is, plain and simple, like Jigga, my game is mental

While slow **** better know, I'll blow their brains out their temples

I'm into black magical torture, romantic dramatical author

Compatible with the average New Yorker

A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa, the masked enforcer

Out for the cash and the cho-cha

Smach the coca, bottle it up, watch the fiends gobble it up

If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff

I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old

And I've already broken every law

I'm horror core, this is for the heads

Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot under the bed

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes

Little kids, get out of here, this shit is homicide

Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny

Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Aye yo, my shit's the truth, hundred-fifty proof, no question

Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth

It's too explicit, bullshit, I challenge the statistics

Violence existed before our music was even suggested

Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights

That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life

I fight the power, spike the powder, the ninety percent

Keep ten and feed twin half for personal reasons

The seasons change, things rearrange but I stay the same

I played the game for the wealth until I made myself a name

So blame it all on the gangsta rapper, thanks to Joey Crack for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra

I ain't an actor, so it's all facts, strictly raw rap, totally intensive for y'all dressed in all black

With the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin', cameos in liquor store cameras with the twin Calicos

Parental discretion advised, please, cover your eyes

Little kids, get out of here, this shit is homicide

Drugs and money, this ain't no bugs bunny

Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Parental discretion advised, please, cover your eyes

Little kids, get out of here, this shit is homicide

Drugs and money, this ain't no bugs bunny

Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

So forget the boom, one look, you shook, you know I'm stickin' you

Liftin' you off the ground, look down, that's where I'm puttin' you

Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?

The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein' your flesh, be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess

Me and TS, we testin' **** faith just to see their face expression when destined to states, that death be in the case

I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face, couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS

I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get me yet, wet me or affect me yet, I know they comin' they just tryin' to let me sweat

I recollect when I was just a boy, eatin' Chips Ahoy!, wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise

No more toys, strickly MACs and missiles, shorties with forties, packin' pistols, catchin' bodies makes you official

So they say, I pray there's a better way

My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, 'cause daddy don't play

Parental discretion advised, please, cover your eyes

Little kids, get out of here, this shit is homicide

Drugs and money, this ain't no bugs bunny

Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Parental discretion advised, please, cover your eyes

Little kids, get out of here, this shit is homicide

Drugs and money, this ain't no bugs bunny

Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey