A-Rod, Uunknown - War, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I feel like I'm method man…
Ima block scholar
Now I hustle but I pop collars
I be dogged out like a Rottweiler
Bitches calling up my phone
Don't hit me unless I'm getting throat
Tell her nigga eat a dick
Or glock 40s finna blow
See I'm onto you
Impossible
I make all you niggas gelato smoke
You say you a goon til you hit w a beam
And you niggas get turned into pasta tho
Clown shit
Horrible
Feel like I'm up ina carnival
Have you sky dive from a high rise while you niggas is yelling jeronimo
I be on that Killa shit realer shit
I pull up then I drill a bitch
Spin my block I'm raising w the 5th
Now he dripping out his temple bitch…
Ride out peel a nigga in the whip
Where I'm from my niggas w the shits
You ain't phasing me a little bit
Pain and blues like I was cripping shit
Wait… they be penny pinchers
Brown water like it's henny liquor
Said you motherfuckers you be cherry pickers
Break a bone nigga see you better injured
No you niggas not acquired
All you niggas you is fuckin liars
niggas straight acting like a hoe
You ain't know death is my attire
Wanna Tell me I am tired
I be spitting straight fire
Headshot to a nigga head looking like Omar from the wire
Hella bent
And the shorty be shaking like gelatin
And you know that she brown w the melanin
I be runnin around like a letterman
Fuck around w the Buddha's I'm blessing shit

I feel like I'm method man…
Ima block scholar
Now I hustle but I pop collars
I be dogged out like a Rottweiler
Bitches calling up my phone
Don't hit me unless I'm getting throat
Tell her nigga eat a dick
Or glock 40s finna blow
See I'm onto you
Impossible
I make all you niggas gelato smoke
You say you a goon til you hit w a beam
And you niggas get turned into pasta tho
Clown shit
Horrible
Feel like I'm up ina carnival
Have you sky dive from a high rise while you niggas is yelling jeronimo
I be on that Killa shit realer shit
I pull up then I drill a bitch
Spin my block I'm raising w the 5th
Now he dripping out his temple bitch…
Ride out peel a nigga in the whip
Where I'm from my niggas w the shits
You ain't phasing me a little bit
Pain and blues like I was cripping shit
Wait… they be penny pinchers
Brown water like it's henny liquor
Said you motherfuckers you be cherry pickers
Break a bone nigga see you better injured
No you niggas not acquired
All you niggas you is fuckin liars
niggas straight acting like a hoe
You ain't know death is my attire
Wanna Tell me I am tired
I be spitting straight fire
Headshot to a nigga head looking like Omar from the wire
Hella bent
And the shorty be shaking like gelatin
And you know that she brown w the melanin
I be runnin around like a letterman
Fuck around w the Buddha's I'm blessing shit