Yo im pop loccin to the beat of these shots poppin //
Beat of these glocs coccin, niggas bustin double glocs ‘Pacin //
People dyin and barely crawlin but aint no one callin the doctors //
Aint willin to pic up the phone if it means havin to set down the Vodka //
It all started from the tip of that blunt that I was puffin on //
Lvin my everyday life is like fightin in a war //
If there aint enough violence then I start to get bored //
Im just looking for a reason to put my enemies on the floor //
My lyrics are like a taskforce comin at you with all guns roarin //
If ya aint dead from the initial blast, ya soon to be from the poision //
When I start rimin my flow is golden //
Got 40 thieves after me cuz my flow is worth a fortune //
I cause lyrical distortion of massive proportions //
I knocc a bitch up then lyrically give her a manual abortion //
I spit some thug shit just like 2pac Shakur did //
C something blue in the store and ima sport it //
I had big dreams but when I was yung my plans were thwarted //
My gat comes with a clip and its Microsoft supported //
I take out a second and blast ya succas something morbid //
You gone drop in less than a sec just like them other niggas before did //
You have a gun, I have a knife //
Im quicc to put 2 slits to both of ya wrists before you get that shit in sight //
My lyrics bang on you, just like a Crip and a Blood //
Throw up the DUB, and scream it at the top of my lungs //
Its Westside til I die and ima ride for mines //
Do what I gotta do I live my life committin crimes //
I spit my rimes, just like Houdini throwin knives //
lyrics to fucc wit yo mind and at the same time rip apart yo spine //
You pebble lyrics, I ROCC rimes //
Im so sicc ill bury you 6 feet underground and listen to you screamin “IM STILL ALIVE!” //
Beat of these glocs coccin, niggas bustin double glocs ‘Pacin //
People dyin and barely crawlin but aint no one callin the doctors //
Aint willin to pic up the phone if it means havin to set down the Vodka //
It all started from the tip of that blunt that I was puffin on //
Lvin my everyday life is like fightin in a war //
If there aint enough violence then I start to get bored //
Im just looking for a reason to put my enemies on the floor //
My lyrics are like a taskforce comin at you with all guns roarin //
If ya aint dead from the initial blast, ya soon to be from the poision //
When I start rimin my flow is golden //
Got 40 thieves after me cuz my flow is worth a fortune //
I cause lyrical distortion of massive proportions //
I knocc a bitch up then lyrically give her a manual abortion //
I spit some thug shit just like 2pac Shakur did //
C something blue in the store and ima sport it //
I had big dreams but when I was yung my plans were thwarted //
My gat comes with a clip and its Microsoft supported //
I take out a second and blast ya succas something morbid //
You gone drop in less than a sec just like them other niggas before did //
You have a gun, I have a knife //
Im quicc to put 2 slits to both of ya wrists before you get that shit in sight //
My lyrics bang on you, just like a Crip and a Blood //
Throw up the DUB, and scream it at the top of my lungs //
Its Westside til I die and ima ride for mines //
Do what I gotta do I live my life committin crimes //
I spit my rimes, just like Houdini throwin knives //
lyrics to fucc wit yo mind and at the same time rip apart yo spine //
You pebble lyrics, I ROCC rimes //
Im so sicc ill bury you 6 feet underground and listen to you screamin “IM STILL ALIVE!” //
