Cassidy, DJ Mello, Papoose, Busta Rhymes Psycho cover

by Cassidy, DJ Mello, Papoose & Busta Rhymes

Psycho Lyrics

Song Meaning
Verse 1
I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin' knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue ?
I continue to expose you niggas that's so superficial
I script you your obituary then blow like a missile
Once I blow the whistle, motherfuck may the forces be with you
Come with a style, I'm wildin', pile up my money so kosher,
Then call up the sofa fuckin' bitches in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the costa rica area level,
My features and carry my posters
Verse 2
Unprecedented, I cemented, you changin' your flow up
While helpin' you grow up, niggas know you for soundin' so tore up
Challengin' niggas, better hold on to banister niggas
Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into canisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust' your motherfuckin' ass
Busta buss, cass, and papoose is fuckin psychopaths
Verse 3
[Chorus: x8]
Making niggas wanna get hype yea I'm psycho
Verse 4
My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas get bodied
I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm Mr. Miyagi
But this ain't karate, I been sick since I pissed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy
I'm a cannon man
Holdin' the hamma man
For the loot niggas shoot niggas like a camera man
Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
And I do crimes for the bread like croutons
With two nines I be layin' clowns down like foutons
With the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream
I'm blowin' steam keep the steel in my hands like wolverine
Verse 5
Poppin' the metal, you niggas is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, I'm hot like the pot and the kettle
On the mic I spaz, who get it hype as cass
And my nigga busta, we some motherfuckin' psychopaths
Verse 6
[Chorus: x8]
Verse 7
I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be kilt (killed)
I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm bedstuy
I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the gotti crew
I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you
Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakize through, your baby mom's feel the wop cock back
Cause she was sittin' on my lap
I stay with the oowap strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag
When I squeeze and let the wop clap
I Baghdad like Iraq
Verse 8
This is my era, you niggas is losers
I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible suckers too
But a dot on your ass like www
Verse 9
[Chorus: x8]

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