I"ll turn your history in to a mystery
and the feds wont find one piece of me
I got a six shooter that's always ready to spit
And my pitch is to fast for any of you to hit
My word lift you like wine and leave you in high spirits
But leave lumps on your head if you provoke the wrong lyrics
Nah i'm not Charles I'm not here for your deathwish
But I wanna make sure that you sign my guest list
Lyrically speaking I'd have to say these words are hot
And homeboy in the back hating cuz his words are not
I felt the heat from his fury when I came in da spot
It was coming so fast and hard that I thought I got shot
But I brushed that shit off and blew up the mic
And the people in the audience stood up and yelled out aight
I walked off the stage statisfied and with a gleam in my eye
I thanked the lord for the gift that he gave me as I kissed the sky