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Penhead f QB, Ricky P

Eyes of the Underworld

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Blocks want my soul, cops want me on paroleSo they can watch and controlMy activity livin in captivityStill ain`t free until I see the next nigga`s libertyPlan my death for me in your laboratoryTrapped in a laboratory, you faggots told meMy humanity, poverty eat my sanityAnd you rap niggas sellin fantasiesI sell reality before you see it happenClosed caption, solo mashin, askin no permissionSo sickenin, load quickly or your soul`s liftinOr maybe fallin, shots left the coffin closedLord knows the holes left in his torsoIt was more so his decisionHad to taste the street livinSold coke, deal antidotes to sow blocks upSo when five-o`s spot us, no hot pursuitWe got the scoop, niggas couldn`t move this speedI think of strategies before I proceedFirst things first, prepare for the worstIs bound to come, fightin with niggas for crumbsGreed never made a nigga think below meI handle drug money, cops can`t touch meFriskin me, hopin they get luckyNothin on me, premeditatedPredicted the interrogationBefore they commenced to investigateI know the celebrate when they catch usStill niggas on stretchesParamedics make a killin a ghettoChannel my energy to a higher levelFeel the fires of the devil`s hellMy caliber demands a federal cellBehind bars still a threat, peep my bio on the internetFBI can`t intercept my network intelligenceThe eyes of the underworld, what do I see?Greed, injustice, corruption, tragedyTies to the underworld, what`s expected of me?Honor, trust, guts and loyaltyMy knowledge is outlawed, it ain`t hard to tellWith distribution I`m as infamous as a drug cartelRan by the CIA, need I say more?I`m in the game like EA SportsHarrisburg PA a force to be reckoned withPenhead the specialist in this rap shitI ( ? ) hustle, give you troubleIt ain`t simple to smuggle the truth in musicWith the integrity of a revolution steady movinInfusin capitalism in the gameplanFat dividends exchange handsFor the niggas that`s incarceratedFor the injustice served in court roomsAnd biased arbitrationsCode of silence ( ? ) nation lie the questionsSwore to the killer`s oath, pray that niggas know the limitBein too curious could be dangerous and also fatalIf you saw a tornado, would you walk towards it?Of course not, the streets is scorchin hotTherefore my temperature`s off the RichterDon`t fuck with malt liquorUnless you willin to deal with the after effectsWhich could be disastrousNot takin heed was the catalyst of some tragic shitGod knows my heart and that`s all that countsWon`t be satisfied till we all ballin outTalkin `bout large accounts, 8 zero statusBehind any number, baby, it doesn`t matterIf you ain`t cuttin edge you ain`t a fuckin factorPlus these buster-ass rappers is not the answerDestined for greatness, forever we paper chasinMy team`s players, so they`ll never be player hatinWe`re gettin bacon and gunshots is everyday shitShocked to see a man`s hancock givin em statementsSnitches get stitches and these bitches get the TrojanDon`t tell em your business cause these bitches will shit on yaKeep dough rollin, foldin till it`s swollenLow key cat, no rap if I don`t know yaPunks got me strapped, relax showin composureYoung cats be blastin, you have to treat em like grown-upsTryin to be high rollers, showin out for these hoesTop dollar fo` do`s ballin out of controlHope you got your stash tucked for when your cover gets blownBlack man can`t have too much without the government knowinJust when you`re rollin the pigs come for your headSome give em what they owe em, others run for they bedMy criminal empire divide me just like a lion`s teethWhen we charge like ( ? ) time to listen to Malcom`s speechMy demeanor keep it calm not sweetWhen it`s time to speak with action, then we talk with heatDon`t get your body found washed up on a side of a beachMy technique is like Gotti`s, furniture made by the mahagony treeThoughts is like a monster appearanceDon`t know that it`s the monster they breedWhen I pull out I squeezeMake sure don`t give you an option to breatheWe heavily armed without the fatiguesSwore right hand ( ? ) no need to go across seasBin Laden`s on every street corner and Sadam`s under siegeWhen it comes to guns I got more arms than the Scorpion KingPoison niggas with the torturous stingsSee the business that the ( ? ) bring, get charged to the gameQ and [Name] is my two henchmen, I`m the boss of the thingFlossin a Beam, game the drawers right off your queenThey heard my flows on the street, that`s how I popped on the sceneProsper move, ninja suit and packin my toolStick up dice games on the daily`s how I copped me my jewels

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