Eyyo i don't know about you but i move weights. Im tryin to move my bricks across states. it's got to be there by 6 or a quarter to 8. it's move by ships , trucks, and 6 trains. it's hard for you niggas to be talented like me. you niggas write down raps,and still off beat. in they raps talkin tuff and want beef. i don't mine jus grab tha vest and tha crome heat. nigga im on tha streets puffin and dumpin. im all about work, that's why tha powder stays white. you niggas need to grow up and get lost. naw i ain't mad it's ma jewelery that's pissed off. nigga when tha gat is scared it pops off. it leaves niggas wet, chest open ,vest broken ,face gone. i play wit jimmy but i dont fuck wit killa. i only do traks wit nigga that i think are killas. you can call me picky for traks i choose niggas. ever since ma first mixtape i had beef wit this dude. i don't know it's tha style of thiz dude. ma mom said dont judge a book by it's cover, how rude of me too. nigga the glock will move is block like tetris. nigga shots will be goin bak n' forth like tennis. me and my niggas tryin to break tables . tryin 2 stack chips like connect 4. while you pricks, tryin to whip , tryin to strect more. charge less more, that ain't tha program. like pilsbury i get tha doughman. fear witness to tha greatness , can't beat us join us, keep hitters on us, like red lasers. fear warn us, sure shots won't graze ya,we hug quarters, play blocks like gators,wit bundles on us serve tres like waiters. it's tha life we chose to hustle. i got gloves,tank tops, boots, bag full of ammo,ak on ma bak,two berretas like Rambo. Gunz are like basketball, i got tha shots and handles. You count stakes , i ''Stack bundles''. fuck swiss ma manz will swiss through beats. the bullet will go through your face and leave two dimples. Kid G fuckin wit me i'll leave you well cripple. yo, my chain got different colours stone like it's a bowl of fruity pebbles. |