"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said" "They're guilty.....every fuckin' count" "He says they're done...." Tiger, I think ya betta get it right Cause shit goes bump in the night Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter And with my blade I cut like no other The runnin' of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor Roll around like a cop-o eatin' on chicken I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing Firin' up weed til the early morn It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone To my so called enemies yeh I'm back And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that Cause I'm loose like gun powder hidden in a cannon Fly by me don't think about landin' Think about crashin', cause I'm about to fall But not before I break these laws Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beatin' in ya ear Here go the contract sold my career And I'm chillin' right here motherfucka in the physical form Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene My raps sound better with crime on the scene Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow Heavenly father it's the god of Khan Witness as my vertigo passes on Knockin' on the pearly gates high of bomb And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Is this the end of Rico?" "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Is this the end of Rico?" "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Is this the end of Rico?" "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Caesar Enrico Vandello" Check this out don't move I hold ya like a slow groove In my mind and my soul I'ma break rules Get a new crew, we somethin' like the Coyote Gang Comin' down on ya town like black rain Blunts are cut and wrapped up in the indica Rhymes are ripped and hollow tipped when they hittin' ya Man it really ain't a friend ah ya So it ain't no prob in my mind when they gettin' ya Turn like a top spittin' cold begets Tell the record lable die if they hold the cheque Because it's right here homie the fetish for cash You get it then you split it then you hit it and mash You talk like a squirrel, I hope ya ain't a squealer You lookin' at a new improved rap drug dealer Take flight, buckle up like a plane ride Why oh why do I remain high Shootin' at the sky that's over my head Hopin' that the bullets all wake the dead Loud enough that it even shake they bed but Quiet enough that it don't attract the feds Because I fly like a bat outta hell that's for real Think like a prisoner sittin' in jail When it come to these rhymes better get the scale Or act like ya blind fucka read it in brail Nigga crime fell no crime on the rise All in ya eyes is the sign of the times Heavenly father it's the god of Khan Witness as my vertigo passes on Standin' at the pearly gates high of bomb And you can see my life if you read my palm "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Is this the end of Rico?" "Caesar Enrico Vandello" "Caesar Enrico Vandello"