That Mexican OT Freestyle on Sway In The Morning lyrics

[Beat 1 (Mike Jones - Back Then)]:
Police coming, I see red and blue
Got blood on my shoes - I mean [?]s, I don’t have a clue
So I get on the move
I take a route out to my crib and go to sleep
And when I pass out, I saw the dream
Look, I see his face and it's bloody
Outside it’s rainy and muddy
And I can’t remember a thing ‘cause I was sipping that bubbly
My choppa be talking ugly
I’m punching - ain’t no discussion
Mexicans [?] Russian - they drummer boys like percussion
Pat-a-cake they caught it clapping, what’s cracking - we ‘bout that action
FOE you mess with family or money - watch my reaction
Pay men, and them bullets passing
Shoot the car up, make ‘em crash it
Burn about it, don’t know what happened, look
Hey, what’s your name, you say Julio?
You trying to do the most
I don’t need your name, you too friendly, boy, I don’t want your bootyhole
Get off my tip, I make your bottle flip
I grab that rubber grip, unload the clip and then reload the clip
Then spin the block again
Gotta watch my back, people out tryna kill me
He say we homies, fo sho, but I see the envy
Every night I get on my knees and yes, I pray the Lord
Deep in this game, no I don’t wanna play no more
[Beat 2 (Big L - Ebonics)]:
I said, please excuse my language
'Cause I’m ridin' with the stainless
I’m on some Wizard of Oz - I got no heart, I left you painless
I'm puttin’ haters to rest
I leave ‘em sittin’ in they car with they chin touchin’ they chest
I ride with a .45 - I call it my Dirty Harry
Pullin’ out my haters' teeth - you could call me the Tooth Fairy
I be stackin’ all my cheese - I’m like the mouse off Tom & Jerry
And just like my name is Halloween 'cause my haters be scary
I be standin’ like a cherry because I’m always on top
You see my girl’s like a car - I hit the switch, she make it drop
You see my hands like some firewood - because they love to pop
And I ain’t never gonna stop ‘til I explode like Pop Rocks
But I be just like Medusa - I hit you one time and you rock
I’m never empty ‘cause I’m stocked, don't I love it when my pockets Doctor Phil
Don’t ever need a gun ‘cause my lyrics always kill
My mouth is like a AK - and then it start the spraying
And bodies start the layin’ - and then my hostages be praying
Feel like I’m going insane can you even hear what I’m sayin’
No, I ain’t a green alien - but still I got the claw
Like my boy Ben said, yes, I’m gon’ hit you with them paws
You don’t wanna mess with me, 'cause I kick down your door
I hit you with the wooshy finger - and then the world explode
I’m on my Kung Fu Panda but these haters already know
You don’t wanna mess with me, I’m hard like dry Play-Doh
[Beat 3 (Gang Starr - Full Clip)]:
So when I pass by, I be chuckin’ up the deuce
Rappin’ out my Glock 9, I leave ‘em dancin’ like Footloose
On the run with a murder case and I’m leavin’ no clues
5-0 call me “killing beast” i that’s why I'm acapella
Wipin’ all the evidence, they be like: “Bird, you clever”
I ain’t hard to find, Round Rock - where I’m at
Bay City, my Hometown - I’ma put it on the map
I’ma have your whole family dressed in all black
I’m considered a killer ‘cause I spit up a killer verse
Fresh off the dome - my style is never rehearsed
And if you think I’m the worst, they save the best for last
That’s why you never see me first, I’m like dessert after dinner
I don’t wear gold [?] you still know that I'm the winner
I’ma slaughter any beat - why? ‘Cause I’m a stone cold killer
Moonwalkin’ on my haters - ‘cause I know that I’m the thriller
Lord forgive me for my sins
I leave instruments bleeding like the ink of my pen
Blood stains on my shoes, bullet holes in your shirt
And if you talkin’ to me slick, then I'm gon’ kick you where it hurt
And if you hand me any beat, then I’ma kill it with some bars
When I was younger, I would shoot for the stars
Now I'm 25 and I be aimin’ at they head
I hope you understand - the only thing that's red
Is the infrared beam on the scope and I'm comin’ through
Hangin’ like some rope, uh-huh-huh
They say I fell off, but I'm back on
Gucci with Louis Vuitton, I’m snappin’ off a bra and I be biting off her thong
She call me a dog, I give her the bone, woof woof
Yeah, you know that I got it, and you know I be wildin’
Yeah, it's Bay City Texas, I’m livin’ young and I'm reckless
Still be pimpin’ your exes, you know I'm comin’ down
Beat switch
[Beat 4 Jay Z - So ghetto]:
Rippin’ on this Lexus
Candy paint, bubbly
I done came down, and the attitude ugly
Straight up out the Bay, you know I'm here to stay
I done came down with the blue over gray
Swangas on them bows, and let them hoes know
I done came down tippin’, 4 - 4's
Man, what it is, I send a b*tch here and there
I don't even care, I got curls in my hair
Diamonds in my teeth, but now they ain't right now
I'm bangin’ on this damn thing like bang-boom-pow

[Beat 5 GZA - Shadowboxin']:
Look, look-
I don't need no strap, I'm 250, b*tch I'm a heavyweight
I take my shirt off, meet ’em in the front yard, and punch off his face
Strike like lightning with these hands, but I make ’em think I’m slow
Ten toes, I won’t never fold, I'ma punch his teeth down his throat
The gang picked me up, they asked me, “Is you down to ride?”
I said, “There’s clouds in the sky?”, they said, “Right on, we about to slide”
I asked the Lord for forgiveness, I’m about to commit some sins
Pistol underneath my pillow, I hope they try breakin’ in
They ain't leaving, I’ma leave ’em bleeding like ink from a pen
I'm a demon, and I go for heavens - God won't let a sin
So I'ma sneak in the back with a Glock and a smoke sack
Slow movin’ like Cadillacs, I’m at your eyes like cataracts
Beat switch

[Beat 6 [?]]:
Took his breath away, gave him an asthma attack
Ayy, yo - I stopped poppin’ pills, now this lean got me fat
I call a [?] fatso, why? ’Cause I make her bust and lean back
And I dare his ass to run
Put some bullets in his booty crack - hold on
I’m a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I’m saucy, I’m gravy
You better hide all your lady 'cause best believe I’m a stealer
[?] in the clip inside the stick look like caterpillars
Real recognize real, so why these haters unfamiliar?
Bobbin’ and weavin’, you could call me the spider silver
Hold on, yeah, yeah

[Beat 7 (Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Baller)]
(Big T, That Mexican OT)
Wanna be a baller, shot caller (Wanna be a -, shot)
Twenty inch blades, on the Impala (Twenty inch, on the Im-)
Call her, gettin' laid tonight (Caller, tonight)
Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way (I hit the highway, making money the)
But there's got to be a better way! (Yeah)
A better way, better way, yeah
I got a partner named Skelz, but we call him Skeleton
Inside my body there's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin
I’m from Texas, where we put some elbows on electric Benz
f*ck your love and f*ck your friends - I’m strictly ’bout my dividends
My Texas tea is very bubbly, attitude ugly
Miss me with that friendly sh*t, lil’ boy, I ain’t your buddy
Grape jelly on the outside and this peanut butter gutted
Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me lookin’ lovely
Big pineapple with some Wockhardt
I’m from Big [?] Bay City all-star, uh
Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian
Killers in the system and they think they on vacation
Push up to my crib, my b*tch think I’m inside a spaceship
Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my PlayStation
[?] Def Jam
Upgrade to a TEC now
Rock out at a show and blow it up like it’s a meth lab, uh, huh
You know what I’m sayin’?
Chopper sprayin’, bodies layin’, huh
Mama’s cryin’, can’t walk outside without somebody else dyin’
Friends… friends… friends, or these scandalous hoes
Or is it my homie, tryin’ to hate me on the down low
I got FTP, hope they understand me
I’m ridin’ in this game, winnin’ - one, two, three
Hold on -
See, I’m back on now
I’m ridin’ in this game and I’ma sit on, huh
Ass sittin’ on leather, but I’m about to change the weather
Pop trunk and you can see the neon lights and letters
Man, they say “Brown Pride” till the day that I die
I’m reppin’ Southside, hold on, till I drop inside the casket
Ride 'round with this ratchet, haters they can’t stand it
Pop up in this game and I’m breakin’ out of brackets
Why they hidin’ on me? I don’t even know
But Sway, tell ’em somethin’, we gon’ put it on a show
Now I'm back on, Boondocks
Uncle Ruckus, I love white women
You know that I be pimpin’, don’t need to mention
I’m never slippin’ I’m with it, I’m groovin’ in this game - hold on
Cuz I’m back and I’m with it
I’m a baller, 20 inch, crawler
I done came down and I'm - scholar
Hold on…