on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'
the back, have em clutchin they ?toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff
you god, this rap life shit is really hard I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large Charge cards, your garage for my truck My cellys off the
nigga come who crazy hot I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it Don't be a statistic, my jewels
my motherfuckin' job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin' My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns As the world keeps turnin' round and round (My
, shows for y'all niggaz My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster Smoke weed now til its a little roacha I'ms a fiend
I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me, my hot self, myself be so hot Touch my hot
started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga,
, cause I know you're in heat Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wild Throw your legs on my
the back, have em clutchin they ? toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm '
low Escape routes major, elite street rollers Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil's poker Two of the best wit it, hot
the skinny nigga is no bitch, know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas] Jay-Rock [Screwed] ------ Crusing through my hood to see whats good, my block
Ayo, I been spittin' this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force
survive Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up You can have that for free before I take your best offer Stalker, preparin' for your sianora Torture, test my
all ain't even thinkin' about lettin' me go Where my lawyer, in contempt, Juvenile ain't nothin' for ya Yo', go tell it to my mother and my father But
I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how
run, police payin' me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly I?m grungy