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I put flavor in hoods, rock spots even if the beats-off/
Cuz I stay 'slingin facts' like 'truth syrum in a slingshot'/
Expose domes like a T-top, I stay fresh like open-wounds/
It's game over-soon, I eat emcees with a golden-spoon/
Show-em-doom, slice em so quick blood spills-blue-instead/
Step & get done like mechanical pencils.... fill-you-wit-lead/
Then blow you to tidbits & sprinkle your skin like crop-seeds/
I'm too much to handle.... like a Hayabusa at top-speed/
Cuz I stay 'slingin facts' like 'truth syrum in a slingshot'/
Expose domes like a T-top, I stay fresh like open-wounds/
It's game over-soon, I eat emcees with a golden-spoon/
Show-em-doom, slice em so quick blood spills-blue-instead/
Step & get done like mechanical pencils.... fill-you-wit-lead/
Then blow you to tidbits & sprinkle your skin like crop-seeds/
I'm too much to handle.... like a Hayabusa at top-speed/
Beto's the true definition /
of what the fuck a Boss be
too gutta to not squeeze /
especially when I'm off trees
potna, don't make me pull out and cock it /
I'll send you a rocket faster than Lockheed
it's what the streets taught me /
never give enemies mercy
I'll get to dumpin at your funeral /
as the crowds dispersing
of what the fuck a Boss be
too gutta to not squeeze /
especially when I'm off trees
potna, don't make me pull out and cock it /
I'll send you a rocket faster than Lockheed
it's what the streets taught me /
never give enemies mercy
I'll get to dumpin at your funeral /
as the crowds dispersing
bravo came to set~it~off, my moods change dudes like the weather~boss/
the niggas you roll with is feather~soft, so you better~off just to let~it~off/
see fucking with me and you'll never be found in this wood~bound~country/
i roll like 'uncircumsized dicks' cause the 'hoods~around~me'/
umbravo, they only dude whose nam had contridicting feelings in~it/ (UM & BRAVO)
out to get~it, quick to split~it, when i hit~it, then forget~it/
sick wit it, like im up in intensive care//my hot box like "Paris Hilton", thats "expensive air"//aint no one sick enough to rush, these spitz is tough, get rough and get fucked up, sent to the MD to stich u up//i crush, any live emcee ready to buck, straight talent it aint luck, yeah, i know..thats enough...
Fit to bust//like "Viagra" im gonna get the crowd "up"//when im around in town niggas keep they mouths shut//you about what?//nothin//you gettin loud and stuff?//im bussin'//round after round, that break speed of ultrasound, then lay ya body down harder to be found then Osama underground//who want it now?//a question left to remain unanswered//got hella "HO HO HO'S" such names as "Donna" and "Prancer"//deadlier then cancer, have mo bills at my feet then a topless dancer//damage ya, u cant manage the weight//niggas actin thug when they still gettin in trouble fo comin home late//leave body parts on each countys interstate//i call ya girl similar to "Taco Bell" cause her legs "open late"//i devesate the rap world//katz get hurled//then dressed in pretty pink dresses with tea cups like a little girl//im runnin outta shit to stay yet i sit and spray//leave your ass like a Picoso(sp?)...major disaray//these raps are for play//so i guess im strapped with a jam packed arrsonal today...
"so I guess I'm strapped with a jam-packed arsenal today"
Most time my mind's wanderin' astray... //
I wonder what today would be like if they never shoved rock in my pop's face //
I awake at night covered in sweat... //
I'm sick of governement checks, everything I own I struggled to get //
Reason I spit til my jaw is split? //
I want a lot of shit, won't stop til even moms is rich //
But I blame y'all for turnin' me bad... //
This world's FULL of cold hearts so I keep the damn burner in hand //
Most time my mind's wanderin' astray... //
I wonder what today would be like if they never shoved rock in my pop's face //
I awake at night covered in sweat... //
I'm sick of governement checks, everything I own I struggled to get //
Reason I spit til my jaw is split? //
I want a lot of shit, won't stop til even moms is rich //
But I blame y'all for turnin' me bad... //
This world's FULL of cold hearts so I keep the damn burner in hand //
it's fucked up when you gotta have one eye on Po-po /
and the other on your man
I'm leavin' 'em where they stand /
fuckin' bury 'em where they fall
shit, I got soldiers just waitin' /
for the shot to get called
comin' runnin' with guns long as Yao Ming /
ready to murder 'em all
Bang or ball? /
what a decision to make
why not do both homeboy /
and double the cake
cook it, give the jar a shake /
and let the product cool
chop it up on a plate /
and watch the fiends drool
and the other on your man
I'm leavin' 'em where they stand /
fuckin' bury 'em where they fall
shit, I got soldiers just waitin' /
for the shot to get called
comin' runnin' with guns long as Yao Ming /
ready to murder 'em all
Bang or ball? /
what a decision to make
why not do both homeboy /
and double the cake
cook it, give the jar a shake /
and let the product cool
chop it up on a plate /
and watch the fiends drool
Luv doin that while im holdin my stack/
I got more scratch.... than a match that wont match/
hold up...the boy was cold, but now he spittin straight heat/
cant miss cuase this shit seeks, like my dick to a bitch cheeks/
been gone for weeks~or many moons no time wastin/
climbed outta the basement, leavin my mark like a wreck on the pavement/
I got more scratch.... than a match that wont match/
hold up...the boy was cold, but now he spittin straight heat/
cant miss cuase this shit seeks, like my dick to a bitch cheeks/
been gone for weeks~or many moons no time wastin/
climbed outta the basement, leavin my mark like a wreck on the pavement/
916 to 913 mane /
you know we don't play, BITCH
palms stay with a mean itch /
I gotta lust for the cash
gettin' breaded, countin' feddi /
sellin' CD's, ass and grass
not sure how long it will last /
so my hustle's relentless
and when Po-po come thru /
I ain't hittin' no fences
but, you know the situation tenses /
when I start to pull out
this little piggy can't call for back up /
with a .38 stuffed in his mouth
forever reppin' the South... /
Side of Sacramento, where there's never a drought
you know we don't play, BITCH
palms stay with a mean itch /
I gotta lust for the cash
gettin' breaded, countin' feddi /
sellin' CD's, ass and grass
not sure how long it will last /
so my hustle's relentless
and when Po-po come thru /
I ain't hittin' no fences
but, you know the situation tenses /
when I start to pull out
this little piggy can't call for back up /
with a .38 stuffed in his mouth
forever reppin' the South... /
Side of Sacramento, where there's never a drought
Now im show these bitches what I'm all about..
punchin em tha mouth..and leavin hataz KNOCKED OUT!
fuck a punch line... Id rather fuck em up.. with an upper cut
to the chin... and let the games begin...
Mista Murda be gettin violent.. hittin em with tha quickness...
mixed with tha siccnes.. no none of yall can really fuck with this
thug shit.. so get ur throat slit...! Murda She wrote it..
in your own blood... so what now??
I shut shit down in 06.. now catch these clips..
in your rib cage... cause i know u bitchmade..
so ima cut you to pieces with my swtich-blade!!
punchin em tha mouth..and leavin hataz KNOCKED OUT!
fuck a punch line... Id rather fuck em up.. with an upper cut
to the chin... and let the games begin...
Mista Murda be gettin violent.. hittin em with tha quickness...
mixed with tha siccnes.. no none of yall can really fuck with this
thug shit.. so get ur throat slit...! Murda She wrote it..
in your own blood... so what now??
I shut shit down in 06.. now catch these clips..
in your rib cage... cause i know u bitchmade..
so ima cut you to pieces with my swtich-blade!!
.....Mutha fucka im from sac, I was raised on siccmade//
so 1 luv to mista murda, flip the script and get crazed//
1 jar, 1 ounce, arm and hammer, lets get paid//
my daughter gotta eat man!,
what you expect,//
so i gotta spit that heat to burn a whole in ya chest//
you aint gotta like the kid, but i demand ya respect!!//
so 1 luv to mista murda, flip the script and get crazed//
1 jar, 1 ounce, arm and hammer, lets get paid//
my daughter gotta eat man!,
what you expect,//
so i gotta spit that heat to burn a whole in ya chest//
you aint gotta like the kid, but i demand ya respect!!//
Or I'll damage ya chest, leave some slugs lodged-in-ya-lungs/
Best watch how often-ya-come, don't get lost-in-tha-slums/
Cuz that Northern-Cal is more-than-foul, we straight-twisted/
Open the pocket, put 8-clips-in to cause damage ya aint-fixin/
Fatal stays-gifted when spittin the sickest shit-on-the-siccness/
When fuckin wit me, death is the only way to get-off-the-hitlist/
Split-tops-so-viscious until your fuckin skin-rotts-so-endless/
Your ass is done for, should have never pissed-off-a-menace/
shit, that's like talkin' shit to your dentist /
while he's all in your mouth
the only thing that gon' happen /
is you gettin' your grill yanked out
you can catch me anyday at work /
drunk and danked out
my gun don't spit no blanks out /
these here are hollow tips
hot slugs from the revolver /
punk, I'll make you swallow six
leave you on the floor twitchin' /
layin' there bleedin' in a pool of your piss
askin' yourself, "damn, why did it have to come to this?"
while he's all in your mouth
the only thing that gon' happen /
is you gettin' your grill yanked out
you can catch me anyday at work /
drunk and danked out
my gun don't spit no blanks out /
these here are hollow tips
hot slugs from the revolver /
punk, I'll make you swallow six
leave you on the floor twitchin' /
layin' there bleedin' in a pool of your piss
askin' yourself, "damn, why did it have to come to this?"
off the bottle, fully auto wit extended clips//
shits done, big guns'll cut you off at the waste band//
and i cant even aim man//
i just shoot till they cant stand//
i fux wit beto from the 9-sixteen//
sac niggaz fuck wit m-9's and M-16's//
but im a peaceful man//
cuz right now i got this piece in hand//
one squeeze'll make ya face look like a pizza man!!//
closed casket like damn, he was just a piece'a man
shits done, big guns'll cut you off at the waste band//
and i cant even aim man//
i just shoot till they cant stand//
i fux wit beto from the 9-sixteen//
sac niggaz fuck wit m-9's and M-16's//
but im a peaceful man//
cuz right now i got this piece in hand//
one squeeze'll make ya face look like a pizza man!!//
closed casket like damn, he was just a piece'a man
on a real note..
excuse but im not here to please-ya-ma'am//meet, we fuck, smack your ass at the functions just to tease ya fam//damn, these bitches be on dicks like diabetics on incolent shots, jockin if we get they blood boiled and adrenalen hot//hit them wet feminen spots, even if you a geek or a letterman jock, got em wantin even after the gentlemen popped, a couple years, couple kids, you break up and 50% they got//fuck that, ive seen it happen, niggas sometime be snappin then grabbin they bitch and gettin to slappin//then its//domestic//violence, you arrested//shoulda exercised silence and just got tested//find out when the kids 18 that you gave up money for nothin, dont you feel like a dumbass?//now ya stanky broke and naked// walk away with ya drunk ass..
excuse but im not here to please-ya-ma'am//meet, we fuck, smack your ass at the functions just to tease ya fam//damn, these bitches be on dicks like diabetics on incolent shots, jockin if we get they blood boiled and adrenalen hot//hit them wet feminen spots, even if you a geek or a letterman jock, got em wantin even after the gentlemen popped, a couple years, couple kids, you break up and 50% they got//fuck that, ive seen it happen, niggas sometime be snappin then grabbin they bitch and gettin to slappin//then its//domestic//violence, you arrested//shoulda exercised silence and just got tested//find out when the kids 18 that you gave up money for nothin, dont you feel like a dumbass?//now ya stanky broke and naked// walk away with ya drunk ass..
Hella zooted...put imma spit sumthin right quixck..
Relentless, catch me at the bar hittin up a blonde temptress, these kats is square kinda like Tetris, get at me, puffin that ganj got me all happy, put 2 hands to face of niggaz tryin ta get sassy, ill smash thee, thats acient dialect, kinda like Bible text, i gotta spit dog...all this biles in my neck, releasing it like a new movie at the Box Office, say ya got skill but all I can see is lost causes, all this, is just fun and games, spewin' flame and havin dames drain my main vein, mayne, im off that rope that had me chokin', i aint jokin', this was betta shit that i usually be smokin', so im gonna scrape some money and go cop on that o-z, fat blunts and such rollin' coo like an O-G
Relentless, catch me at the bar hittin up a blonde temptress, these kats is square kinda like Tetris, get at me, puffin that ganj got me all happy, put 2 hands to face of niggaz tryin ta get sassy, ill smash thee, thats acient dialect, kinda like Bible text, i gotta spit dog...all this biles in my neck, releasing it like a new movie at the Box Office, say ya got skill but all I can see is lost causes, all this, is just fun and games, spewin' flame and havin dames drain my main vein, mayne, im off that rope that had me chokin', i aint jokin', this was betta shit that i usually be smokin', so im gonna scrape some money and go cop on that o-z, fat blunts and such rollin' coo like an O-G
You know me, stay ridin' dirty, see me slidin thru the Rich, catch me in the 30'z, these katz jig doin the dirty birdy, square as Gumby...nerdy nerdy, cant bump me, rollin out with a smoke cloud thick enough that they wont see me when i snuff G's, tight is he who kill the mic like a Nam Vet, whoopin these kats and i aint even bombin yet, the rhymes is set in stone, i break ya bones, melt microphones, get ya bitch and feed my Jones for silicone, fake titty bitches, bend over and bust they stitches, fast, like i pop snitches, dig in the pockets..increase the riches, ridiculous, is this world play i spray and say all day make ya spits delay get ready fo this heat wave measured in U-V like sun rays, im crazy when im freein', off the top non-stop, off the chain, you will get dropped, wont refrain from lettin off shots, face the facts doc, im hot and u not, i cant cease this, lyrics genius, leave ya in peices, spits so sick they classified with diseases
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