Mr. Pookie - Visions Of A Silent One Lyrics
[mr. pookie]Comin up tha mutha*****in block, its tha undertakerJus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle I wont hesitate taJus let you have it wit a few thangzNo need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,Im takin aimNow all these methods, need to finish himI took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished himIntoxicated, rule number 1 pookie jus cant be fadedHigh off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make itNiggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin yaCause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regularAnd sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get chaPull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiverJus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quickerStandin ova yo body and watchin that blood spillaSay hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beatAs tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feetPenetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brainAs I post up on tha curve, do you forget Im tha blame?Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab itKillin folks and smokin blunts, Im lettin these niggaz have itChorus[x2]Visions of a silent one, loadin up an extra clipFoes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clipTrip and watch me throw some shit at yo headNo clear description of this face leavin coppers misleadNow look into tha eyes of a mutha*****in crook (whatcha see? )Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can beWit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motivesBe comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potentAnd toastin to heavy burdens, nigga Im on my ownGauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at homeIts on, now tha pressures on my back wit a treeDamn I gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed)Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryinMan I hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mineAnd times is changin, you betta peep tha world around youComin up Im bound to a southside clown foolMr. pookie, mr. muffit, k-roc and c-poneRippin beats we see onSmokin killa til we gonLoan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, whatWont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue***** you anotha havoc, cause boy I aint gon have itMy visions of a silent one release tha automaticLet you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every wayGot em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazedBe amazed by tha power I posess, that I stressTurn tha s to a p on yo mutha*****in chestIts best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listenCome on in my dimension and lets get into some killinChorus [x2](pookie please jus let me live, man)***** would you let me live?(huh? )Thats wha I thought(gun shot)Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldntTalkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldntCause tha pack in tha back of me they really killazCut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiverFlossin that ***** that you wit and really shit to meCause I don already *****ed that hoeBut you cant tell and you cant seeHow a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calmBe quick to snatch yo ***** and leavin that hoochie body numbTha fun of her, lickin my back and my azzTold me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think Ill passId rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweetedI try to stop smokin so much, k-roc keepin me weededJus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no staticId rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have itThis nigga dont know where Im from homeboy you betta take a lookBecause Im out of clean and dirty, 13030 stoneycrookChorus [x2]
