Get Outta My Way

Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, pre-meditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it

Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
The corner hustlers want forty
Quakers and a tool
Breaking all the rules with the
Hammers and the baggies
Since I moved to Southie and my
Nanny used to nag me
"Do your homework, get off the street
Read a book!"
Instead I wrote a rhyme, ah fuck it
I need a hook
And you should see the looks that
I get when I'm walking now
You should see the respect I
Get when I'm talking, wow
It's like the whole world spun around
Throws out to underground
I supposed everybody knows

Yeah, the surgeon's general
Sergeant at arms
Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs
Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill
Record a thirty millimeter
Grenade launcher mortar
You weak motherfuckers need to
Change your material
Serial kill MC's, diseased venereal
Imperial Lord, fucking Big Left's a god
Capo regime, original head nod
The all-American king of late night
Letterman
Medicine for all of your hip-hop endeavors
Man razor blade in your cheek
Machine gun to the cheek
Jungle warfare, using the streets
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, pre-meditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it

My words demand attention like a
Terrorist with nuclear weapons
It's ILL billion dollar Bill and
You're a useless investment
Behind every great fortune is
A shooter's confession
If only the long nose dough
Continued to bless them, wet them
My holy water stolen Soviet automatics
From Odessa from street corners to boroughs
It's the extra special
To these bitches, my dick is existential
Porno Director
Let bitches know if they have potential
La Coka Nostra
I walk around with the chrome toaster
So coked that my nose
Is totally fucking frozen, drug music
Like the coke rock my uncle would smoke
Got junkies doing the robot
For bundles of dope

I hear they don't want to call
It Hell's Kitchen no more
I swear hip-hop got me looking
At the front door
I used to love her, now I want to smother
When I see all the bastard
Styles that she's mothered
Fuck the Dalai Lama, it's the drama starter
I'll blow the spot like an Al Aksa martyr
Better lock up your guns
Hide away your daughter
Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water
Cause the fire water numbs
The Irish man's pain
And it's the Samurai Druid
From the Highland Plains
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
Beat you down
Scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, pre-meditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it