Lyrics Mo Green - Dr Bigf MC

Just in case I engage in a game of
Lyrical arms with a stranger
I aim to keep
Dangerous bars in the chamber
Down to a T like pity the fool
Or T like the Sopranos boss
Eating gabagool
Google's cool but don't disrespect the bing
Up front like Gus Fring
Selling chicken wings
Is that fortunate or un-
Got yourself a gun
But if you get caught with it you're done
Some use theirs to drop opps
Whole generation got lost
Trigger fingers as itchy as
Chicken pox spots
Foolishly opt to shoot at the cops
To prove you've got rocks
A ludicrous plot
Cos' soon you got locked
Now you're a ghost in a cell
Spectre of a gangster
The name rings a bell
Hector Salamanca
I don't read the news
I don't sleep or snooze
So if you say you caught me having a lie in You're lying
I've been accused of rambling too long
On each song
So this time I'll keep it brief son
He hoped but couldn't prove that his
Career in the music biz
Would be financially lucrative
Never be a front seat passenger
Young thugs will aim the iron at your head Like Kevin Mcallister
Gentleman thugs
Bulletproofs under silk suits
Stay hungry
Like they've just burned a big zoot
I buy you out
You don't buy me out
I highly doubt
You've got mo' green
In your bank account
Fair to say that he's different
BigF
Dr Dre meets Dr Julius Hibbert