I gets banned if I do, gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick, crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax and plan my
Not the one to test, I possess mad finesse
hittin' urban concrete (hittin' urban concrete)
With the extraterrestrial
pop the top on the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow,
Only spits when I react to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe
And save the confessions for Jesus
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
F it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing, needing,
My behavior is mad ill if you front
I'ma let you know how I feel on the real
I pack steel, it's like a jungle,
makes me wonder where my heel
Hits the bricks, skips the dog shit,
Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper,
Stretch you like a copper
Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
just watch me blow up the spot, G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it for no pay, just rhymin',
Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
That's when shit was real,
Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel
amp plugged in the street light
Everything right, jam over, street fight
Back to the lab, I grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab
Had no dinero, enough get fo'
A forty ounce, a nickel bag to get nice
Now I might make a million,
the mansion and the yacht
Brand new Glock non- stop hip- hop
The God ain't no lesser as the
pressure comes to test ya
nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
original, shit is phenomenal
put the pedal to the metal
treat you like a whack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff
Heineken in the grip, shit, I'm ready
Get the keys for the Jeep, let's bounce
get some brews and sing the blues with the
Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect, I move my neck
I'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some sexual
Erything's kosher, copacetic, groovy,
I'm letting off like an Uzi
The first steps a doozy, you bruised me
Now I'm choosy before I start
to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big, get paid, true stunt
