
Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
I'm A Pisces |
Gettin' in where I fit in, right? |
What that deuce deuce poppin' like? |
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue |
You had a don’t care nigga for 3 weeks sprung |
It’s the game, the muthafucka calls my name |
Product made of yola cuz the rules don’t change |
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires |
I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I’m such a good liar |
Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie |
God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy |
Microphone cops steady fuckin' off my dealings |
Even when I’m workin' muthafuckas think I’m chillin' |
Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines |
Some get rejected like black jelly beans |
I’m on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac |
Muthafucka, where you at? |
I got cocaine raps |
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn’t touch my score |
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner |
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors |
Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps |
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable |
Niggas start to jack when the money ain’t available |
Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt |
I’m tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut |
I got no time to be a crybaby fool |
Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools |
Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps |
Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks |
Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride |
Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes |
Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades |
Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days |
B. Adams, do you still love me? |
Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it’s hard to stay drug free |
Cock back loaded and about to explode |
Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I’m outta control |
Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye’s #1 client |
Represent the look like the great Sam Cook |
Put a star by every freak in my true black book |
Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan |
You dealin' with a microphone bear |
Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don’t care |
I just can’t quit, shit, the rap game fanatic |
Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit |
Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees |
I think like a blind thief with the vision of g’s |
Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T |
Ya lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug free |
But nigga that’s a dream in another life |
So until then my last word is re-light |
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