French Connection

Yo
 It's murder now
 Click, click
 It's over
 Yeah
 Golden Era, we load the coke in an old Carrera
 Go to where you live and unload the barrel
 Cause you told the sheriff
 You broke the code, you know the terror
 Hold you over an open terrace
 Drop you on your dome, then go and smoke your parents
 Born ignorant, rippin' joints like a torn ligament
 Foreign women adore a nigga, get more intimate
 Score like porn, filmin' it
 These whores feelin' it
 Before Eminem signed the boy, I was pourin' venom
 In the tracks, I'm back, like Spinal Tap
 Chiropract, psycho rap, Michael Jack's title track
 I'm a Thrilla! A Killa!
 Serial numbers get scratched like pulling vinyl back
 It's curtains, the final act
 You know where to find me at
 I'm underground where miners at
 But higher ground, my mind is at
 You all cap, but minus that
 Your highness, with an iron strap
 That'll plug you like it's supplyin' crack
 Born snitches die a rat
 Golden Era, we loadin' coke in an old Carrera
 Go to where you live and unload the barrel
 Cause you told the sheriff
 You broke the code, you know the terror
 Hold you over an open terrace
 Drop you on your dome, and then I smoke your parents
 Hardcore, the 44 clappin' just like an encore
 Usin' your blood to write on your mom's floor
 Then hop on a Concord, to France, Bonjour!
 I murder rappers, what you think I called Bronze for?
 The crime lord, rhyme lord, yeah
 Let the 9 pour
 Metal in your spine cord
 Mind torn, when I cut your wisdom with the rhyme sword
 Serial killer, murder the Fruity Loops
 Hooty-hoot, I'm an outcast
 I taught the crew to shoot
 Finger paintin' these dangerous sign languages
 Pilot of the new Top Gun, I'm flyin' vanquishes
 The Fendi trunks, master handle on a semi-pump
 Penny dunks, out in Trini blowin' plenty skunk
 Time glitch on a Roley wrist, ignore the drip
 Soundclip from the motion pic's a horror flick
 Suicide bomb on your mama for all the drama
 Then it's death to the rest of your fam, for your dishonor
 I'm a, little off, no pillow talk, my wheel of thoughts
 Be as cold as a Sub Zero, De Niro talk
 Infrared beam, gory scene, loud screams
 Brain leakin' out your taco like it's sour cream
 Golden Era, we servin' dope out an old Beretta
 Owe me cheddar, they find you close to the buried treasure
 Crack your dome for the merits, I'm a terror
 No smoke and mirror
 Crooked gave me the clearance, so I smoked your parents
 Hardcore, we fully strapped, ready for war
 Offshore, the fetty stacks settle the score
 Then catch a Concord, France-bound, Mi Amor
 Killin' rappers, what you think I called Bronze for?
 They never ready
 Forever petty, gassed like Getty
 Soft Pendergrass, Teddy
 Chop 'em up, machete
 I'm Nas and DMX in Belly, you R. Kelly
 Never talk on the celly
 Stash houses full of jelly
 Mario Andretti, whippin', dippin' through the traffic
 Jurassic bastards, stretch the money like elastic
 Loud in my lungs, access a thousand guns
 Unlimited funds, I got six incomes
 My bitches like Catholic nuns, sweet honeybuns
 F-50 Ferrari, shittin', I got the runs
 Lason the Don, animal
 General Hannibal
 Unpredictable, electro-mechanical
 In my zone, I think like Al Capone
 Passionate, Baratheon
 This Game of Thrones
 I catch a Concord, France-bound, all aboard
 I murder rappers, what you think I called Bronze for?
 Encore, flyin' over Christine Amanpour
 Colored shores, condo condor, au revoir
 Soarin' off on a Concord, Lyon we booked it for
 I slay producers, what you think I called Crooked for?
 Golden Era, we loadin' coke in an old Carrera
 Go to where you live and unload the barrel
 Cause you told the sheriff
 You broke the code, you know the terror
 Hold you over an open terrace
 Drop you on your dome, and then I smoke your parents