Bullets Over Broadway

[Verse 1]
They shootin, now everybody pointin up to the roof
But the gunman was unfound
The nigga that you can't stand now hands down
Decline and step away in my prime like I'm Jim Brown
Killer be dead, and then I blow trial
Go underground for a few and come back with a new style
Like I'm MF or Kool Keith
Girls swoon at they impending doom, they wettin the passenger seats
Dog [???] brilliance rage with illusions of grandeur splashed all over the page
This is me in a phase, my Radio Daze
Cold vintage, the wine finally aged
Rain on your parade, and cold lamp in the shade
Ya'll drink systematically to forego the pain
Forfeit nigga, ya'll should forego the game
And leave the praise to somebody who deserves the acclaim
Cheers
The riches and the bitches, it's all one in the same
North heroin, they taking my name in vein
Haul off, then it's off to the Waldorf
Call big Marc like I gotta hide the sawed-off
Murder for fun, but more so for profit
Gettin high price pussy sent to the cockpit
That beef will put you to sleep like a gas leak
Bullets Over Broadway straight from broad street

Fear and loathing, more crime and punishment
Back to the bank, they wanna know where the money went
Five fingers to the face what a dumby get
Or a closed fist with or without a leather mit
Killin in my sleep I'm walking night terror
A day walking vampire, shits a nightmare
The dangers of a soaked president is quite clear
Yeah, I'm right there
I'm crazy as a mad hatter or a March hare
So when the saints go marching, have your weapon there
Shed a tear for another dead puppeteer
I reign in hell from the heavens like a bombardier
There's no half-stepping here
Cause you can die by the sword as if you lived like a cavalier
It's all good homes it's only hip hop
But that drama starts right as the record