JUST WAIT TIL MY ALBUM DROPS.......HERE'S A LIL SNEAK PEAK OF A TRAK I DONE "LESSHEART" .....IM GETTIN IT IN AUDIO DONT TRIP...THE LYRICS MAY SEEM BUNK TO YA BUT HOW IM SPITTEN IT IS TIGHT...LIKE MAC DRIZZLE SAID"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAY IT'S HOW YOU SAY IT"....SO I SURE HOPE YOU CAN READ EBONICS...LOL .....
I AINT A NUMBA 1 STUNNA,BUT THE NUMBA 1 GUNNA/PISTOL PAKIN TEKS, PULLIN STRAPS ON MUTHAFUKAS/NEVA SOBA, JUST GRINDN ON THESE STOCKTOWN STREETS MOVIN THE KOLA/STAKIN MAJA CHEDDAH BALLIN WITH MY NIGGA BIG YOBA/WE QUIK TO FOLD YA/SPRAYIN AK'S LIKE THEM AFGAHN SOLDJA'S/SUPER SPORT CAPRICE DIPPEN ALL THROUGH KILAFONIA/RIPPEN TRAKS/SPITTEN REAL LIFE RAPS/DISRESPECT THE FAM BULLETS CHEWIN UP YOUR CHEST,BUT THEY SPITTEN OUT YOU BAK/WATCH EM COLLAPSE,LIKE THE WORLD TRADE/IM GETTIN PAID/FUCK A MILYUN,STAKIN SKRILLYUNS/TUK IN YA GOLD WHEN YOU SEE THEM C.F.S. VILLIANS/THROW UP THE SIGN GIVE THE SIGNAL AND YO BLOOD THEY SPILLEN/IF WE AINT SPITTEN AT HOES, WE PLAYIN PS2 ACTIN STUPID AND CHILLN/SMOKIN BOMB SWEETS/NOTHIN BUT JORDANS STAY WRAPPED AROUND MY FEET/IT'S LIKE FUCK THAT NIGGA THATS ALL HEAR THESE BITCH'S SPEAK/BEST BELIEVE IM REACHN N MY GUESS JEANS,PULL OUT THE HEAT BUST YOU IN THE CHEST WIPE YOU STR8 OFF YA FEET/FUK THE WATERHOSE LET THE PARAMEDICS SCRAPE HIM UP OFF THE STREET/THEY GON PIK YOU OFF THE GROUND AND WRAP YOU IN SHEET/ROLL YOU LIKE A PURPLE KUSH JOINT/LOAD THE TEFLONS IN THE CLIP KOK IT BAK AND THEN I POINT/IN YA DIRECTION/AINT NO HALF STEPPIN,IM KREEPIN FROM BEHIND SLICN YA TROWT WITH THAT KITCHEN KNIFE WEAPEN/RUN THROUGH YA HOUSE IM REARANGIN THE PLACE/LIFT THE UP THE MATRESS RUNNIN OUT WITH THE SAFE/HOP IN THE MOB SMASHIN WIPEN BLOOD OFF MY FACE/SMOKIN A BLUNT STAKIN YOLA IN A BRIEFCASE.....
YOU NIGGAZ LOVE SPEAKIN MY NAME/SO YOU BETTA TUK IN YA CHAINS/IM LETTIN LOOSE TAKIN NIGGAZ BRIANS/SMASHIN OUT ON CHROME THANGS/FUK WIT ME AND GET YOUR NAYBORHOOD BLOOD STAINED/I MURDER NIGGAZ MAFIA STYLE/BITCHS HATIN ON ME DAMN IM COMIN FOR YA RIGHT NOW/ DUK TAPE AROUND YA WIFE AND MY DIK SHE'LL SWALLOW/IF THE BITCH SAYS NO IM LEAVIN YA FOHEAD HOLLOW/ IM JUST SO HEARTLESS.....
I AINT A NUMBA 1 STUNNA,BUT THE NUMBA 1 GUNNA/PISTOL PAKIN TEKS, PULLIN STRAPS ON MUTHAFUKAS/NEVA SOBA, JUST GRINDN ON THESE STOCKTOWN STREETS MOVIN THE KOLA/STAKIN MAJA CHEDDAH BALLIN WITH MY NIGGA BIG YOBA/WE QUIK TO FOLD YA/SPRAYIN AK'S LIKE THEM AFGAHN SOLDJA'S/SUPER SPORT CAPRICE DIPPEN ALL THROUGH KILAFONIA/RIPPEN TRAKS/SPITTEN REAL LIFE RAPS/DISRESPECT THE FAM BULLETS CHEWIN UP YOUR CHEST,BUT THEY SPITTEN OUT YOU BAK/WATCH EM COLLAPSE,LIKE THE WORLD TRADE/IM GETTIN PAID/FUCK A MILYUN,STAKIN SKRILLYUNS/TUK IN YA GOLD WHEN YOU SEE THEM C.F.S. VILLIANS/THROW UP THE SIGN GIVE THE SIGNAL AND YO BLOOD THEY SPILLEN/IF WE AINT SPITTEN AT HOES, WE PLAYIN PS2 ACTIN STUPID AND CHILLN/SMOKIN BOMB SWEETS/NOTHIN BUT JORDANS STAY WRAPPED AROUND MY FEET/IT'S LIKE FUCK THAT NIGGA THATS ALL HEAR THESE BITCH'S SPEAK/BEST BELIEVE IM REACHN N MY GUESS JEANS,PULL OUT THE HEAT BUST YOU IN THE CHEST WIPE YOU STR8 OFF YA FEET/FUK THE WATERHOSE LET THE PARAMEDICS SCRAPE HIM UP OFF THE STREET/THEY GON PIK YOU OFF THE GROUND AND WRAP YOU IN SHEET/ROLL YOU LIKE A PURPLE KUSH JOINT/LOAD THE TEFLONS IN THE CLIP KOK IT BAK AND THEN I POINT/IN YA DIRECTION/AINT NO HALF STEPPIN,IM KREEPIN FROM BEHIND SLICN YA TROWT WITH THAT KITCHEN KNIFE WEAPEN/RUN THROUGH YA HOUSE IM REARANGIN THE PLACE/LIFT THE UP THE MATRESS RUNNIN OUT WITH THE SAFE/HOP IN THE MOB SMASHIN WIPEN BLOOD OFF MY FACE/SMOKIN A BLUNT STAKIN YOLA IN A BRIEFCASE.....
YOU NIGGAZ LOVE SPEAKIN MY NAME/SO YOU BETTA TUK IN YA CHAINS/IM LETTIN LOOSE TAKIN NIGGAZ BRIANS/SMASHIN OUT ON CHROME THANGS/FUK WIT ME AND GET YOUR NAYBORHOOD BLOOD STAINED/I MURDER NIGGAZ MAFIA STYLE/BITCHS HATIN ON ME DAMN IM COMIN FOR YA RIGHT NOW/ DUK TAPE AROUND YA WIFE AND MY DIK SHE'LL SWALLOW/IF THE BITCH SAYS NO IM LEAVIN YA FOHEAD HOLLOW/ IM JUST SO HEARTLESS.....
