Get Outta My Way
    (专辑: The White Man Is The Devil Vol. 2: Citizen Caine - 2006)
    
    Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun  Got 99 bullets but it only takes one  Got a 
chrome .45, a 
razor-shrap 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 fourty acres and a 
mule  The 
corner hustlers want fourty 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 undergound, I 
supposed everybody knows   Yeah, the 
surgeon's general, sergeant at arms  Black ops insurgant 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 M.C.'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 endeavours, 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-shrap 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 borroughs  It's the 
extra special  To these bitches my dick is existencial  Porno director, let bitches know if they have potentional  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-shrap 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