(Mr. Shadow) It's the advocate of gangstarism I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die Snatch a motherf**ker for bluffing and they wonder why Oh my , who am I?? The stalker of the night Still crepping through them darkest of them streets With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication I'm the reason why they call it medication It's the return of the One Man Batallion Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat (Chorus 2x) One, Two many motherf**kers wanna blast me But when they see me they walk right pass me Acting like a bunch of little tricks But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick (Mr. Shadow) I got dank that'll make a motherf**ker think, I for living I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest so when you smoke with me and Diablo Motherf**kers bring you own, stoned like a motherf**ker cloud nine Beep as I recline, getting high f**k one time Mind elevated banging daily on these streets Where my soldiers play for keeps And the grim always rips, this shady sons of sluts Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line Fool you wanna test mine come meet a motherf**ker Feell the heat and see that I never waste time Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the West Shit is so f**ken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day Drug dealing to get payed so f**k you, were all the same (Chorus) (Mr. Shadow) One, two many motherf**kers wanna burry me They think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me To reach for my motherf**king weapon. stop supressing Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment Be f**king up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking We are already motherf**ker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking Straight blasting on the otherside F**k attempted murder I'ma go and for a homocide Wicked, why do motherf**kers try to get sick If they know that It don't amount to shit Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I know no more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store