FUCC CUDDY HE WEAK ILL TAKE HIM OUT QUICC LIKE DONT ANSWER UR SKILLS R WEAK LOL
Ayo, this cat rap sicker than rabies/
when I clap MAC's back, leave it lookin like a pitcher of gravy/
Im from MODESTO, see you ride in the Dirty/
aint from philly, but stay with the "Eagles" like "McNabb", put "5" to ya jersey/
I step with the gat and detach CUDDY back/
If you claim you aint feelin my raps, then Im peelin ya cap/
put the steel-in ya hat and rearrange ya perspective/
get dropped for ya change and ya necklace, then bang till ya neck-less/
doctor stichin up ya brain into sections/
you know PIMPSMOOTH fuckin wit toast, but trust me, there aint~shit for breakfast/
see me in the range, sittin on 8 times 3/
thats 24s, you might-a got ya shit dropped, but it aint like me/
no grocery bags, in the trunk, just a box and subs/
but keep the heat under the seat, just a glock and gloves/
I want you to bring your drop so I can jack you/
cause I got a chop-shop that take-off more rims than Shaq do/
you know PIMPSMOOTH be spittin it hard, rippin the bars/
got ya girl back at the crib, big dick in her draws/
this kid P.S. is blazin the mic/
Im the GOD of this rap shit, aint no use in you prayin for ya life/
If I "beef", my shit is always "sick like mad cow"
so if you a CUDDY , this nine will quickly add pounds
messin wit BOSS PLAYAS, you better have ya weapons in hand
cause battlin me will leave you fighting sickness like a Medicine Man
got ya girl blowin her brains out like Kennedy
literally "fucked up" her memory, thats why she probly dont remember me
battlin PIMPSMOOTH is ya chance for 15 seconds of fame
but Im best wit range and aim, 15 seconds flat, bullets left-in ya brain
its like niggas dont know, but its plain and simple
see BOSS PLAYAS out on the block, I stay with the "caine" like cripples
niggas call me the general, I make niggas cease and assist
pull the chrome and litterally make niggas "plead from the fifth"
you see this shit? nah, I guess you tryin to bleed and shit
my ruger take out ribs like when God created Eve and shit
once had beef wit this bitch kid, stomped till his face where my jordans is
the linden "knocked half his frame", people remember him as "that bitch kid"
That CUDDY kid don't want bullets thrown back
let off a clip in ya mouth, and like a dentist give you bullet "chrome caps"
on my jock cause you a wannabe PIMP
"CUDDY " I'll drag you 8 Miles then off bridge if you a wannabe STAN
probly cause he WACC , this kid wanna beef
knock out his stomach, Grandma askin "when this kid gonna eat?"
niggas duck when PIMPSMOOTH on the strip
fake thugs be givin cold looks, gotta keep ya hands on his bitch
"Showed the MAC," got ya girl, while you left wit blue balls
told me she dumped you cause "9 Millimeters" was too small
verbally aint no KID that could match me
but this nigga out runnin his mouth, like his lip in a track meet
you the type to talk but aint about rappin
you say I dont got guns???? tell me that a PIMP aint all about "clappin"
I got more bars comin than niggas goin off to jail
check the level of acid in my spit, off the scale
you see red and blue studded in my watch
so when the sun shine off it, niggas scatter like they runnin from the cops
rims and fender rubbin in the drop,
chrome 20 inch wheels like winmills, and Im still runnin on the STOCK
so when the LP out, niggas push they date back
or else you see a fan of SMOOTH run up and push ya face back
cause I'll murder you as speakin out a sentence
LP "Lift Pounds" and I aint even speakin bout a bench press
its like nigga dont know my glock deletes
even with a "bullet-proof hat", ya dome still couldn't "block the heat"
Ayo, this cat rap sicker than rabies/
when I clap MAC's back, leave it lookin like a pitcher of gravy/
Im from MODESTO, see you ride in the Dirty/
aint from philly, but stay with the "Eagles" like "McNabb", put "5" to ya jersey/
I step with the gat and detach CUDDY back/
If you claim you aint feelin my raps, then Im peelin ya cap/
put the steel-in ya hat and rearrange ya perspective/
get dropped for ya change and ya necklace, then bang till ya neck-less/
doctor stichin up ya brain into sections/
you know PIMPSMOOTH fuckin wit toast, but trust me, there aint~shit for breakfast/
see me in the range, sittin on 8 times 3/
thats 24s, you might-a got ya shit dropped, but it aint like me/
no grocery bags, in the trunk, just a box and subs/
but keep the heat under the seat, just a glock and gloves/
I want you to bring your drop so I can jack you/
cause I got a chop-shop that take-off more rims than Shaq do/
you know PIMPSMOOTH be spittin it hard, rippin the bars/
got ya girl back at the crib, big dick in her draws/
this kid P.S. is blazin the mic/
Im the GOD of this rap shit, aint no use in you prayin for ya life/
If I "beef", my shit is always "sick like mad cow"
so if you a CUDDY , this nine will quickly add pounds
messin wit BOSS PLAYAS, you better have ya weapons in hand
cause battlin me will leave you fighting sickness like a Medicine Man
got ya girl blowin her brains out like Kennedy
literally "fucked up" her memory, thats why she probly dont remember me
battlin PIMPSMOOTH is ya chance for 15 seconds of fame
but Im best wit range and aim, 15 seconds flat, bullets left-in ya brain
its like niggas dont know, but its plain and simple
see BOSS PLAYAS out on the block, I stay with the "caine" like cripples
niggas call me the general, I make niggas cease and assist
pull the chrome and litterally make niggas "plead from the fifth"
you see this shit? nah, I guess you tryin to bleed and shit
my ruger take out ribs like when God created Eve and shit
once had beef wit this bitch kid, stomped till his face where my jordans is
the linden "knocked half his frame", people remember him as "that bitch kid"
That CUDDY kid don't want bullets thrown back
let off a clip in ya mouth, and like a dentist give you bullet "chrome caps"
on my jock cause you a wannabe PIMP
"CUDDY " I'll drag you 8 Miles then off bridge if you a wannabe STAN
probly cause he WACC , this kid wanna beef
knock out his stomach, Grandma askin "when this kid gonna eat?"
niggas duck when PIMPSMOOTH on the strip
fake thugs be givin cold looks, gotta keep ya hands on his bitch
"Showed the MAC," got ya girl, while you left wit blue balls
told me she dumped you cause "9 Millimeters" was too small
verbally aint no KID that could match me
but this nigga out runnin his mouth, like his lip in a track meet
you the type to talk but aint about rappin
you say I dont got guns???? tell me that a PIMP aint all about "clappin"
I got more bars comin than niggas goin off to jail
check the level of acid in my spit, off the scale
you see red and blue studded in my watch
so when the sun shine off it, niggas scatter like they runnin from the cops
rims and fender rubbin in the drop,
chrome 20 inch wheels like winmills, and Im still runnin on the STOCK
so when the LP out, niggas push they date back
or else you see a fan of SMOOTH run up and push ya face back
cause I'll murder you as speakin out a sentence
LP "Lift Pounds" and I aint even speakin bout a bench press
its like nigga dont know my glock deletes
even with a "bullet-proof hat", ya dome still couldn't "block the heat"
