Post by LiDDY on Apr 16, 2006 21:17:45 GMT -5
I think ill drop a quick verse cuz i aint rhymed in a minute//
damn man, i did it. my cash is in the triple digit//
im still sic wit it, never came from sic ones//
im still walkin down the street with red paint and six guns//
i can easily out smoke Snoop and Method man//
i live what i speak about. first and second hand//
so when i say i really did chug a whole keg//
you better believe i stuck a rusty nail in my leg//
i am not a window shopper, i know how to make green//
nobody has ever seen what i done seen//
i lived my life the hard way, never knew where to lean//
and i dont mean im on crack when i say im a fiend//
im a fuckin demon, i do have rabbies//
ill slit your throat and eat your babies//
when i get high, you'll know when it happens//
it always ends the same way.......... guns clappin// (BANG)
ill twist up the words on some crazy shit//
and ill lift up verbs on some jay-z shit//
ive had so many times thinkin "maybe quit?"//
but thats not true, i just lazy spit// (i barely ever drop)
the last guy who fucked with my didnt have a gun//
it ended like "IM BLEEDING, CALL 911"//
this is just off the dome man, cuz i finna be rich//
but ill put this here now and you'll say "that son of a bitch.."//
damn man, i did it. my cash is in the triple digit//
im still sic wit it, never came from sic ones//
im still walkin down the street with red paint and six guns//
i can easily out smoke Snoop and Method man//
i live what i speak about. first and second hand//
so when i say i really did chug a whole keg//
you better believe i stuck a rusty nail in my leg//
i am not a window shopper, i know how to make green//
nobody has ever seen what i done seen//
i lived my life the hard way, never knew where to lean//
and i dont mean im on crack when i say im a fiend//
im a fuckin demon, i do have rabbies//
ill slit your throat and eat your babies//
when i get high, you'll know when it happens//
it always ends the same way.......... guns clappin// (BANG)
ill twist up the words on some crazy shit//
and ill lift up verbs on some jay-z shit//
ive had so many times thinkin "maybe quit?"//
but thats not true, i just lazy spit// (i barely ever drop)
the last guy who fucked with my didnt have a gun//
it ended like "IM BLEEDING, CALL 911"//
this is just off the dome man, cuz i finna be rich//
but ill put this here now and you'll say "that son of a bitch.."//
