Bullets Testo

(A big Pharma—)
Ah, yeah, this goes out for all y'all motherfuckin' players
All y'all lame-ass niggas, player hatin' ass bitches
Gon' get y'all ass stuck up, keep on fuckin' with a real nigga, know what I'm sayin'
I've finna do this shit like this, right here
For all y'all rich-ass niggas
'Cause a broke motherfucker gon' take care of his business, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah (Big Pharma, came from outta space)

Hangin' by the bushes, on the track 'cause they don't see I stoop Down, while my bitch sweat this nigga in a Lexus coupe
What he don't know won't hurt 'em, just to scare the trick
Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch
Lay 'em on the curb, 'cause this one is just a trick or treat
Stuck up my ho too, just to make the shit look real sweet
Then I jump in his coupe, dropped out my Hooptie, then I scoop my ho
Just a small plan that'll take care when I'm goin' broke
Deep in the Wood, up to no good, twelve gauge in my trunk
High off the skunk, make me anxiously to shoot my pump
Everybody for they self, ain't sharin' shit, you see
Take your own charge, 'cause I'm snitchin' if they think it's me
Niggas they thinkin' I'm trippin', I'm breakin' bad faster than you can imagine
I'm keepin' my mask in my pocket
To dodge all the police, I'll jump in the trash can
Lizzame, clizzick, tizzo mizzouth, trizzunk is trizzil
'Til the shit cool out quick, I'm up on that mission, bitch

(Pharmacist, motherfucker)
(Ghostface Playa made this hit)