Artist: (Fabolous f/) LA the Darkman, Willie the Kid Album: There Is No Competition Song: Hand On My Glock Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {"Grizzill..."} [DJ Drama] AMG is the machine (uhh) Embassy C.U.B. (uhh) Come Up Boys! (L-A-D) (The Aphilliates!) [LA the Darkman] Nigga I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed That med them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me homey Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony Famous but you don't know me young'n remember that War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black Really a killer dressed in black, killin for them paper stacks Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer Police, give me amnesia, nigga I know the procedure I'm sick, no anasthesia can cure, what's in my genes Fuck a stash spot, nigga my pistol is in my jeans I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico AMG, pay attention, Embassy, niggaz listen I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherfucker [Chorus: repeat 4X] Violate me and you will get popped (get popped) Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy [Willie the Kid] No~! They don't make 'em like this no mo' I'm as, real as they come, as fly as they say As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I'm tired of lames I mean I'm tired of rappers Niggaz babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets Yeah, I mean quiet the racket Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggaz lack it Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket So many stripes and medals I need another jacket Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it Rap niggaz rather bury the hatchet, whattup my nigga Bump? Just came home, and he don't care neither Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader Yeah, niggaz sweet like a strudel Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas Devoured all the cowards, money and the power Niggaz know Willie in the mall a couple hours Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard I could be wrong, even though I may be right Yeah, these niggaz soft like baby wipes And chicks comin to the crib like it's Ladies Night Hehe, and can't nar' a nigga see me I'm Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy - Willie! [Chorus] [Outro] It's L-A-D nigga WTK nigga CUB motherfucker