This is I'm dealin', 'bout to make a killin' off illin, off a hydro Put it on a rapper like work in El Tambo Here to make a statement, not on your You're catch it like the pavement
'Cause all that blazhay, And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah,
My shit is tight, if not the tightest My stats stay bubblin', how Pepsi and is I make a bitch jealous to the point, she slice this I fuck a nigga's head up like the turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like With pussy running deeper than stab wounds ice-picks Now you 'bout to take it? Baby I done took it Some more Digga shit man, look in here Folks are rhymes unruly M.C's for real might catch a
all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay And so from this on we straight spittin', yeah, what
I push the on my Pop's beauant-regal wit' cats, who known for making drug money legal Dislike you, spit on purpose just to you Heard you like to use your voice, on motorcycles
I clean versions for under aged rug rats I spit for Bricks city, all my real thugs at I spit shot I'm in a bad mood For when my life wasn't shit but bad and fast food I spit, spit, spit and make executive I spit some shit for all the and the pigeons
And best believe I'm goin' you're a gonner I spit rhymes than silicone in California I spit, spit, spit, for all them jokers at the pool my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my I spit on MTV all the way down to mix tape Like that, I'm the with the mouthpiece Crazy like South Park and hotter South Beach
'Cause all that blazhay, And so, from this point on we straight spittin', yeah,
I shit and leave you scarred like a face lift I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the One, two, I hit 'em the basics Who gon' stay Who be straight spittin'?
I the mic and rock it like what I you write, get wrecked tonight, what 'Cause you heard a honey spit rhymes like Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes In a million years, and a beers Said you never a honey spit rhymes like
all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay And so this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what
When you hear a rhyme, raise your lighters Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and