Visions Of A Silent One Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Pookie

[mr. pookie] 

Comin up tha muthafuckin block, it's tha undertaker 

Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I wont hesitate ta 

Jus let you have it wit a few thangz 

No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,i'm takin aim 

Now all these methods, need to finish him 

I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him 

Intoxicated, rule number 1 pookie jus cant be faded 

High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it 

Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya 

Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular 

And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha 

Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver 

Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker 

Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla 

Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat 

As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet 

Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain 

As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame? 

Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it 

Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it 

Chorus[x2] 

Visions of a silent one, loadin up an extra clip 

Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip 

Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head 

No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead 

Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (whatcha see? ) 

Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be 

Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives 

Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent 

And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own 

Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home 

It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree 

Damn I gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed) 

Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin 

Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby bein mine 

And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you 

Comin up I'm bound to a southside clown fool 

Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, k-roc and c-pone 

Rippin beats we see on 

Smokin killa til we gon 

Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what 

Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue 

Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it 

My visions of a silent one release tha automatic 

Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way 

Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed 

Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I stress 

Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin chest 

It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen 

Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin 

Chorus [x2] 

(pookie please jus let me live, man) 

Bitch would you let me live? 

(huh? ) 

That's wha I thought 

(gun shot) 

Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldnt 

Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt 

Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz 

Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver 

Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me 

Cause I don already fucked that hoe 

But you cant tell and you cant see 

How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm 

Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb 

Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz 

Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass 

I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted 

I try to stop smokin so much, k-roc keepin me weeded 

Jus back on off of me though don't wont no mo or no static 

I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it 

This nigga don't know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look 

Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook 

Chorus [x2]