.45 Automatic - The D.O.C., Jello Biafra, D.O.C.

See I be flipping like Tina

Turning with a burner

Running through your hood yelling lyrical murder

It’s dark outside and these niggas try to hide

I glide through your crew like glide to glide

I ain’t letting shit ride

Watcha wanna do?

When I come for you and your bitch ass crew

Strap nine lose your mind on the verge of destruction

Blood starts to boil you like a lyrical combustion

Eruption it ain’t no pressure no pain

Niggas falling off the strain the maintain

I got the cream team and gunning for the riches (riches)

So many wack bitches posing for pictures (pictures)

Everyday same papers

I regulate my papers, cause so many spectators trying to imitate us

They be walking by walking

Mocking my persona

They wanna be like passion but they don’t want the drama

They be killing me trying to preach to me

Teach to me, I got the p.h.d in funkology

You got your blasters and your masters of the field of dramatic attic

The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic

So cock your automatic I’ve had it up to here

You niggas are in danger you better stand clear up no love and notice

mainstream America they just stay ready for this

Nigga didn’t wanna pass the weed

Left me stuck

Everybody be telling me Daz fucked up

But I never gave a fuck though

It’s all about the cash or you walk the river like trash

And I’m about to get a brand new

One puff puff it really don’t matter cause now I got the batter

Now sticking it in my sock

Jet straight hit the dope spot bet

No just us just me in Atlanta where you wanna come and test me

Real the real new whatcha wanna do

Cause all I got to say is all arcade

Put it another way of criminal

You could be the original mark of bliminal wiminal

Get wet

Can’t forget my niggas in the lake Westside project

On the line

Once upon a time in C. A

I met five niggas all they did was bomb shit

I mixed

The completely leet technique

Together with the knowledge of a Compton street

But weak Nigga fucked up mo town

One by one everybody broke down

I’m out it’s about money cash but me

I’m about to do a Jordan on that ass

Yeah one time for your mind do a motherfucker like that Mally G

I got my eye on the motherfucker coming out the back

Cause that trick bitch wanna see me on the track

And it’s so good that they want it like that

Cause I’m a Nigga bro

And kick the trigger flow

Screaming 6−1 to the grave

Big drug sellers

Bitches and money you can’t a motherfucking tell

Em a thang about this gang Philadelphia niggas got to let the gats bang

We come equipped with Glocks and flips in the pocket

And straight lock shit

And that’s the way it’s gonna be

From 95 until infinity Mally G

I beat that loony ass nigga landpin'

And now I give a fuck who the fuck

Is ???

I scream my shit I love my shit

Fuck flipping positive I get my living negative

Motherfucker it don’t stop ha and my Nigga erotic got it

???on deck what motherfucker

He got the track weed and the set

I drop it on the one for my dogs who was with me y’all

Keep it tight for a Nigga don’t forget me y’all

See I got my niggas and we got guns

And beats like that we always stay strapped

I represent the Philly four pound

Pack be quick to smack a tramp bitch jaw jack a felon like hard jack is

flipping my thing down

With my Nigga erotic

What you want next

And the D and to the O-C

With the lunatic lyricist its mally g

The unfuck with the full individual

Leaving mc’s in the condition that will be critical

Ha and niggas know

That I don’t give a fuck about a trick ass ho

Never trick in my dough

And that’s the way it’s gonna be

From 95 till infinity its mally g