I'll get to you
Big up to self
Will be shattered
This is the universal struggle between
Living god and the islands of death
There's not many days left
For these eatings to end up on top of the food chain
Armageddon
Strain on the bread
Fox in the hen
We getting fed like Honest Ed
This is meat market man!
Yo! Niggas is killin' me
Herb cassadies
Got tons of strategies
How many tragedies
I burn a bag of trees
Take your academy
Got my mind made up
And no love for the folks and stars
Turn your over in your owner's tub
Nothing but hustle
Street light got the hustles
Got them seeing doubles
Dirt and shovels
Murder and struggles
Troubles
Profound troubles and more troubles
Winds blowing
Bullets gliding through alley tunnels
That man is lying with a gun in his hand
Silver handcuffs
Pharmacies
Chineses 23rd
The crucifix you get crucificed
Filthy bloody marines and dirty rotten
Kitchen knives
PC clique
Walk into my life
Mad illuminati on hundred dollar bills
What!
[Chorus]
U.L. Style
Big willy style
Universal lubricant profile
We make the money pile
Stacks and stacks of greenbacks black
We millionaire drivin'
We on some presidential paper living
U.L. Style
Big willy style
Universal lubricant profile
We make the money pile
Sit and relax
Count loose stacks and backs
We billionaire driving
Lock all your doors
I make you get on your back and see holes
Slip back home
Niagaz will rupture your soul
Universal lust for the hole
Poker chips to flip and still fold
Mark of the beast
Praising the priest, the papacy
Politically but talking money still embraces me
Seeing double is Christ abrasively
So playing tribute
Is not the face for me
I'm staring hope at this masonry
Its full of secrecy and and prevalent
Where the prom is elegant
3-9 got a black nigga baked
I see the hustle rap smuggled in coffee grinds
My pounds go ching-ching
Piggy's got his arm in a sling
For the military carried crates with weight in my hand
(100,000 grand)
Agreements and plans
To expand disvoer land
Rubber band
Transactions
For mansions
(aftermath)
Watching more fat cats
Stacks of illegalized funds
Pretty woman guns and number runs
Narcotics moving robotics
Placing trays for last days
Acknowledge the sun rays
And give me praise
Now let the bullets blaze
[Chorus]
U.L. Style
Big willy style
Universal lubricant profile
We make the money pile
Stacks and stacks of greenbacks black
We millionaire drivin'
We on some presidential paper living
U.L. Style
Big willy style
Universal lubricant profile
We make the money pile
Sit and relax
Count loose stacks and backs
We billionaire driving
Lock all your doors
I make you get on your back and see holes
The jersey's strapped to hold my own on this earth
Like aiming gats
Got ghettos all over the world
But please attack
All the mad money making
Crack juggling
Keep holding
Concrete red from blood spilling
The street's baby got a brother wild
For the enterprise
Walking my life with Mary Blidge
We survive, corner to corner
UL style bringing the ruckus
Beats holding brothers in camel clutches
The ruckus individual can get popped with 44 shots
By a nigga with a Glock running hard when he's not
So stop, look recognize many niggas die
Many multiply
To keep the streets alive
We live a live
Yo it's on
No turning back
The war's here
Many came forth but never came near
Best prepare cuz these streets ain't legal
The devil got you by the string
It feels incredible
(You best come up with kid)
Know what I mean?
Get your judgement with loaded magazine
So grab niggas recognize
(scrutinize)
The battle's on the street
More victims on the rise
Watch out son
Niggas quick to shake
So whats up with your man
Behind your back is snake
Keep your head up
Word up
No time for waiting cuz time moves on
These are the stuffs that my dreams are made of
Oppresssion brough on my by the oppressor
One question
Judge and the constable
Mic's supremacy
Burn down the ministry
Burning down your ministry
Burning, burning, burning