OAKLEYxMASONxANTHONYxSTARKS (BONUS) [MALICE IN THE PALACE] ft. MAR MURDA, 2FACE & CEASE 84 Lyrics

Yeah, back on my shit, let's go

Malice in the palace, we catchin' tecs in the rec league

To be honest, I'm gianis surrounded by shooters that bear arms like short sleeves

Spin the block at a full speed

Killing niggas with the strength of Kevin Willis

Pen da illest, I don't even write in ink, I write in penicillin

You can't little boy me, you get sprewell'd

Who the goat, catch a two-piece, I'm Chris Childs

R.I.P. to Bean, I mean no disrespect

Xavier McDaniel, I'm at these niggas necks

My man caught a body and beat it, Jason Williams shit

John Chaney, I still call up them goons

More swammies than the Wizards locker room

Who you talking to

Oakley and Mason, nigga, the second part

Me and Face, Greg Anthony and John Starks

Rappers say my name is dare

Get your tongue cut out, like them people under the stairs, yeah

Triple beam demon, Pyrex steaming

Phone steady ringing while I'm weighing like Keenan

I got two ops left, who next to leave this earth

I just brought a heat press, I plan to put you on a shirt

I got stripes like Adidas, chase checks like a cheetah

Rip the package off the white girl, bake her like Anita

7ishscale logo, Hellcat dolo

200 on the dash, I punch it, Miguel Cotto

My story is unique

I don't volunteer info, but my last run was sweeter than a sex on the beach

I knocked two homes for 10k apiece geesh

Take the training wheels off the bike-yikes

You a man or a leech

I bubbled on the West, but I was raised on the East forever

Tied to the streets, get that work on my face

I ain't got to spend a penny

You tell niggas you from Buffalo

they ask you about Benny

I can't tell you about the butcher, but I can run you by a lake

I teach niggas how to fish and keep some whiting' on your plate

I'm a felon, but I still be palming' toast

Seasoned beef like a brisket

Somebody gettin' smoked

I'm at war with myself

Be runnin' fades with my demons

Retired from the game, but really I think I need it

Fuck it the goats back

Put a coke pack on the 9-5

Soon as it touch home, I'm resurrected

But I ain't died, we gon' get this paper, ain't it

Every nigga on this track stay dangerous

You can catch it verbally or with the stainless, nigga

Middle of the scuffle, I'm leavin' the bench clear

He tryin' to box

Shit, I'm lettin' this bitch air

Foreign k, it left him floppin' like Vladi

Name murder, what I look like, attempting a body

Leave him and his man murdered, connected like a siamese

Spread out some paper, got him folded

Origami, playin' for keeps

So that mean I'm movin' wisely, both eyes open

That way death can't surprise me

That dickhead would've been dead

But he stayed in jail to the point

I'm damn near ready to post his bail

Go against my team, he must ain't read the manuscript

This man a flip, throw ten shots

Leavin' that ten, don't rip, fuck wrong with him

Beef, I do that for leisure

I fully got my whole body shakin' like a seizure

Latest crib, confiscate his life like a seizure

Whole 50, only gave half of the clip like a teaser

Late nights, lay down, linen

Dior linen, the root, tennage, the bitch in it

Pop, I couldn't muscle the spinach that I'm givin'

Servin' dope to fiends that's dead and still livin'

Chunky vibes, my raps be vivid

It's like a documentary, cause I live it

Can't touch me like porcupines

40 got a beam on it, chain a couple G's on it

I'm just tryna get my bread, sandwich me the cheese on it

Nigga touch mine and I let the linen squeeze on him

The homies told me to chill, the OG's want him

Wrap him up in plastic like I'm O.Z. frontin'

Diamon D in the background when I'm in the streets bumpin'

Round here they spray Max down like O.D. said somethin'

My youngins don't back down, you know they head huntin'

Wanna fight, you hear, back down

You know the leg bustin', skin pussin'

Your mama couldn't fix it with tussin'

Guns rushin' like it's Walt Disney

Bayonet on the end of the barrel, niggas

So you know I got the hawk with me

Give a nigga ten shots, that's more than a buck fifty

Gettin' head while shootin' at niggas

I brought my girl with me

I brought my girl with me