Intro Songtext
von Cyssero

One place to make the product, one place to collect our money
We will own this fucking city


Let′s t-t-talk about it, boy
Cis will throw the beam on a nigga
Guarantee he don't walk up out it
I, I ain′t playing
Watch a nigga haul ass for his life
When them hollow tops start spraying
Cis is sick, get a grip when he spit
Every verse crack, you'll get shitted on like Biggie's skit
Thoughts of being better than me, get rid of it
I′m the man, you don′t understand, you illiterate
I'm hot as a semi-shot, ah, when the semi grip
Make him strip naked like he ′bout to go skinny dip
Shit, beef what you think about
'Til I press iron on your shirt like I′m tryna knock a wrinkle out
Grip the steel when shit get for real
Chop 'til the clip drop, them shots split your grill
I′m dumb nice, fuck who you get to spill
'Cause them niggas you think hot see Cis and chill
I remember night school, couldn't make it to the class
I was paper chasing, caking on the Ave
Making me some cash
My fiends like ball players ′cause they
Either shoot or they take it to the glass
Forty-four mag, break a nina half
He a bitch with a dick, probably take it in the ass
Oh you grind and you work with that work, right?
′Til them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like blah
You'll get murked ′cause I bust and I squirt pipes, ah
You'll get popped like the clutch on a dirt bike
I work right with a half a block
I can lock a block and a half and half your block
Shit no joke, I smoke grass a lot
That′s why my bars out this world like astronauts
I never had a pop, no father figure
So when it's drama, my finger recline the trigger
Spit rounds, the ground, I put you fellas on it
′Cause the chopper I chop don't got propellers on it
I'm a young threat, yup, and I′m still butt-fucking the rap game
And I ain′t cum yet, like I ain't done yet
So let me see something, like um yes, I′m just pre-cumming
Hold on, you see me, you see a G coming
We see you, we see a flea coming, fuck outta here
Your wife a smut, what's the fronting about?
I just get sucked, get fucked, nut in her mouth
Or I can get fucked, get sucked, nut in her mouth
You be smooching on her lips, she be smooching on my dick
Keep your lips closed, I′m quick to grip pistols
Spit those, oh you a fighter? Let's see you get those
I don′t miss those, split foes, leave 'em with hit clothes
With one nine and one trey eight like my zip code, nigga

Yeah man
Cicero man, the Virus
Call me Cicero, Virus, Badmouth, Rockstar