Guest Posted January 17, 2011 Posted January 17, 2011 (edited) I'm back like I never left grippin on the teck sprayin out the truth here to shoot these f o o l s to death / who want what I hate to be so blunt but I gotta punk punks or they'll mistake me for the punk / yup / its the freestyle keystyle bandit dust threw me the alley ooop so of course I'm gonna jam it / its the way we planneed it haters try to upperhand it its d-boy b-boys lame cats can't stand it / I'm sippin on the liquor stackin up my figures spittin out the dopeness like lupe n jigga / eyes on million but I'll probally stack a billion flip it to a trillion then just lay back chillin / n before you ask I hate the moeny like sin I just get it in big stacks laid back with a grin / its delievery boy so nice don't needa pen just spit it from the dome call it instant inspiration / tell my homie 7 save me a spot up in heaven if he get there first pray its where we both headed / can't lie sometimes hang my head n just cry cause this sins tryen to get the best of me n just make my soul die / only God knows why n all we can really do is try and until the day He calls me im'a spread my wings n fly / Edited January 17, 2011 by Guest
Guest Posted January 20, 2011 Posted January 20, 2011 (edited) Yo its late night in vegas n my flows is outrageous classical like pacs this is more of that ageless / try to put a stop to it dot on ur forhead don't even have to ask that dot it be all red / clutch like kobe when there's a minute left to play I bought a verse from manchild he the dopest in the a / when we drop it on ur ears its gonna be like sippen on some beers if you hadn't sipped in months no wait make that years / buzzin like your cousin who be double fistin millers man I keep the flow grimey like the tires on 4 wheelers / Edited January 20, 2011 by Guest
Guest Posted January 24, 2011 Posted January 24, 2011 Flipflops in the summer push the flow like the hummer didn't put that ring on ur girl so she slipped me the number / its mathmatical homie so its practical the kid come through kickin everything factual / she like delivery where you get all that swagger ? I'm like from my daddy praise God the manufacture / low key like I'm hustlen in the drought follow me 24 7 ya see what I'm about / catch the bus in a rush money in the box only spit it cause I'm nice like o'rielly up on fox / here to cause a sceene with a pocketfull of green if I'm sippin on the drink then you know I'm gonna lean / they wanna hold me down but they can't like I'm diddy all these wankstas is so lame so im'a do em just like 50 / catch me on the strip know you can't get zip all the chips in the box n they steady gettin flipped / the church beside the wynn so you know I'm here to win if you ever out in vegas make sure you stop in / Guardian Angel is the name of the spot where I give my confessions to the priest on the spot /
Guest Posted February 13, 2011 Posted February 13, 2011 (edited) Sit back and chill while I let my sins spill out my mouth to the priest devil stare in disbelief / tell the evil serpent flee the catholic church got the keys gates of hell won't prevail n I'm forgiven finally free / I'm a g movin keys but I'm not talkin about the d I'm ridin dirty on the freeway windows tinted in the v / make em say ughh like master p cause I got it down to'a tee a perfect mix of the g blended in with the c / (uh huh) the g stand for gangsta the c stand for catholic catch me out in dallas gettin in like a maverick / d boy n the homie krush got that flow that you lust long as the beat dope you want us on it its a must / prayin then I bust lyrics shootin out the cut aimen for their head before they have a chanch to duck / the plan to kill their flesh so the spirit can fillem up go ahead n convict me of the the murder I'm killa that's what's up / Edited February 13, 2011 by Guest
Guest Posted February 13, 2011 Posted February 13, 2011 (edited) I got the streets asking D when you gonna drop somethen ? I tellem chill out out or I might have to pop somethen / no pressure please man I'm busy stackin g's at mass on the weekend prayen on my knees / (yap) I got money on my mind got my eye on your dime cause that girl so fine she sweet like some wine / wanna holla one time take her out to wine n dine have a real good time still have her back by nine / you treat her like trash so I hit her with cash tell her we could have a future make somethen last / she could have my babies I could drive her so crazy get married in the church still be together when were 80 / (ha) ya I'ma playa to the fullest flow is the coldest you haters run up then I'm gonna have to pull it / shots through ur fitted cops will never know who did it I'm chillin on the low counten doe while I spit it / keystyle freestyle boss up in the building laidback with a drink n smile homie just chilling / my homie era might at snoops crib recoring my flow used to be a tornado watch now its a warning / coming through the trailer park wipe the place out its delivery boy you boys know what I'm about / spit bars like cars soaren on the autobon no speed limit when I spit like I oughta mom / you kinda cute shoot we should hit the olive garden mabey c a movie that's the type of game I'm on / so official that's the way this dizel does it swag turned up everytime I'm out in public / its how I does it flush draw so I shove it brick on the turn hit big on the river / haters so bitter the legacy gettin bigger spit it so nice never use the word / keep it clean but still grimey and dirty the head shaved bald just like the homie birdie / above the rim brim covering the eyes its delivery boy a catholic christian baptised / Edited February 13, 2011 by Guest
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