| I carry 'nuff crosses, I learned to cut my losses
|
| And stay alive unlike drug lord bosses
|
| I made friends who I know got my back
|
| #1 main reason I’m a mad idiot
|
| And I add not subtract to the miles on the track
|
| And I will not stand back by a wall in the crack
|
| See me in the cut of the scene with the queen
|
| See how these men livin' what you call a dream
|
| Holla at ya boy I’m in Holland with a joint
|
| I’m as sharp as a whistle so I say I’m on point
|
| Deuce and Dos, you know the one-two
|
| Always down to kick it, you can call me kung-fu
|
| It’s in my nature just to lunge at you
|
| It’s not that I hate ya, it’s just what I do
|
| Now open up the gates, let a brother get through
|
| And gesundheit my maine, when you hear me atchoo
|
| All around the world it’s the real sho' shot
|
| Like a fish in the ocean you went and got caught
|
| You look like a target, hit you in the spot
|
| Your blood starts to pump, 98 degrees hot
|
| Get what you want, what it is, handle your biz
|
| Dust gamble with his, strangle ya kids
|
| What you wanna know? |
| They want an answer for this
|
| Feeding every addict cause I’m good at it
|
| I can play the best
|
| It’s like a game of chess
|
| The strategy killing the anatomy, laid to rest
|
| Brutality and humanity I just came to bless
|
| The tragedy of reality, what a dirty mess
|
| Yes, where do I end or begin it?
|
| For sure they want the world and everything that’s in it
|
| I never get on my knees, my nigga please
|
| Melt down to my degrees, I don’t freeze
|
| I’m not impressed by none of these MC’s
|
| They want beef? |
| Give 'em mad cow disease
|
| Nobody wanna really hear what ya say
|
| Like Kay Slay, slap ya favorite DJ
|
| Yo, renegade rap writer
|
| Cadillac rider
|
| Track inside, I spray verbal Mac hot
|
| Blast the gat, lick a shot
|
| Then run like Assata
|
| Head to the hills, post no bills Don Dada
|
| Spread wider, drop lyric gun powder
|
| I blow bless the flow, now turn the bass louder
|
| Got a crowd
|
| So proud they stand around us
|
| And rep to the death which vex’s the out of towners
|
| I was a young boy when I came into this world
|
| I was a young boy, now I let the gold unfurl
|
| Gap tooth with the bullet proof vocal
|
| Life in this world got a brother feelin' loco
|
| Dance like I’m Jojo, now call me Richard Pry'
|
| Blaze up the mic when I light it catch a vibe
|
| Look into my eye
|
| And you can see the truth yo
|
| Chillin' with my people, max in the studio |