Music is life I in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', into smackin' a wife Fan don't never ask him the price If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas hope I don't ever have me a light Meth, not the type for the pipe But the type when you feel it you I'm doing it right You know I spit it but hate to love to it They criticizing the lyrics, guess a critic, look I push the limit rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and then add it to the hook Yah, still about it and I still live it Underground without a and still diggin' always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al live here then don't visit
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you the penalty for that? penalty? The penalty is death and there is no
me bad Face emerge, blood in the Switchblade, quick raid, on the glass villains, hunchback, gun for the killin' Suitcase, FBI a bug on the millions Shoot-outs, glides on the train ride Mafia's assassins, inside Fat man with the pinky laughin' Movin' the through traffic The hoss, called The Dragon His bald, enemies are mauled His hands are claws, lit, targets are hit His broad is fit with the tits the fog, they sit Helicopters Nicaragua Scuba dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and The bets, Threats, Fools wires, shooters was hired
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Like a astoundin', pound grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the nigga, pounds and ounces Well-rounded cursive, my verses birth inertia Converge and surge, hurt and ya Philosophical, prodigal, son quantical to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot red tube I split particles, rift Punches hit nautical drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't show it if I pantomime Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, bitch MCs Earn mine, wouldn't give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas heat Brave hearted, you leave departed like enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you the nicest, you a target, bitch
We the first that did that. I don't give a what nobody say Alright bring it a little bit
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck in the frost Make money, and build me a train Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I necce? it's brutal. You to be punished Well, I'd like to see you try You think this is going to work out? It going to be quite so easy. He who will be killed. who kill will have to be killed Wh-what