Monster ft. Ex-Prez Lyrics

Yo

I march through I get stares from bitches

Felons offend us until we have to 86 em (Get em outta here)

Use his head to open the entrance

Then back to the cage Hair lookin' like I play for 76ers

I moved raw in Philly before Iverson bounced a ball for Philly

Y'all broads is silly Y'all dudes is really inadequate

I'm immaculate Verse is hazardous Whole BK in back of em

Y'all don't know the half of us

Villa, I'm too fabulous Too hot for tv Fa sheezy

You see me start to hate when you like

But watch how loud you talk cuz I ain't taking it light

I'm on the grind, with one Oz and one 9

Got a burner connect Now the artillery' right

Got 30 Carbines, AKs like Columbine

Got an army of guns and the cock for your concubine

Tryna find Nova Ain't hard to find unless I'm grindin' You Know

Until my doe blow up Hoes y'all gon' blow Nova

Foes y'all don't know Nova I'll kill you

Niggas rap about catching bodies I really kill you

News on your block Hole in your vest Blood on your face

You could have 100 gats in your crib What's on your waist Nothin'

In case somethin' Never I'll lay somethin'

Soon as Villa step in the place bitches will shake somethin'

Say somethin' I would gladly clap at thee

I'm gun savvy you don't believe me jump at me

I make it happen when I'm backing out the barrage The AR-15 delete your whole squad

Astra and Browning will calm niggas and the 357 mag won't jam I trust that one

I'm good in the south, the east and the west

No ASPCA you' fuckin' wit' the best

I'm a monster

Oh my God (Yep)

Now let me take a bar to tell you who we are (Ok)

It's Villa y'all (Yep) I'm on my job (Yep)

Now let me double back a minute Check em off (Ok)

The sawed-off (Check) The AR (Check)

The 16s (Check) The desert eag (Check)

Wit' all these guns (What) We gon' take respect

Have your so floating around like Woo

I'm a monster monster monster monster monster monster monster monster

Yo

Your boy Villa you can call me young Common The conscious Most Def the flow Hi-Tech (Kweli)

I spit a verse in high def Picture so vivid you could smell my breath

My 9 is infested wit' garlic hollows that explode under pressure

To change your expression

The tracer wit' the whistle Have you on the front pizzle

I ain't the Rolling Stones but I got issues

It's a wrizzle Momma miss you We ready for war

Two pitbulls that bark when I whistle I ain't talkin' dogs

I'm talkin' more the morgue Meet the Lord

Yous' a flee I'll scratch you off my balls with my fuckin' paws (Pause)

Make you a lost cause

You a snitch motherfucker You workin' for Boss Hogg

I'm gon' ball nigga mall to mall, state-to-state, corridor to corridor

This for all of y'all for trying to play yourself

After you get that money nigga stay yourself

I ain't going to change Well maybe a couple things

Like, no more handguns it's M16s yep

I got enough shots for you and your people

You better be more careful what you say in them speakers

Cases pending They ain't gon' learn til they fate is ending

And Rev Run is at that wake preaching (Oh)

I'm a monster

Oh my God (Yep)

Now let me take a bar to tell you who we are (Ok)

It's Villa y'all (Yep) I'm on my job (Yep)

Now let me double back a minute Check em off (Ok)

The sawed-off (Check) The AR (Check)

The 16s (Check) The desert eag (Check)

Wit' all these guns (What) We gon' take respect

Have your so floating around like Woo

I'ma monster monster monster monster monster monster monster monster