Foyi of Tha Grain featuring St. Louis and Lord Drak
hiphop
rap
music
real
florida
anthony
raw
tampa
jones
uncut
warren
tampabay
trigga city
earl
nytcrawlaz
tha grain
roshard
wingfield
mathew
barnard
west florida
Lyrics
Song Name: Drakistic Measures (Blade Vesion)
Artists: St. Lois, Foyi and Lord Drak aka Blade (Appearing courtesy of Drak Boy Records)
Group Name: The Grain And Company
Look, I can do it, u can do it, he can do it, she can do it, we can do it
yo maybe we can get it krunk, we can flow through your city on fluid
we can smoke in your hood, ain't it nothing for me to get krunk
get it popping, yo I get it done
he get to talking, then I get the gun, that's when get to run
I know pippin got these niggas in the system out there think and wishing they can figure where i get it from
but they can't, those niggas all stank, take all there rank, smoking on the dank
I get drunk of the drank, the drakistic measures got me running of in the bank
you know how it is, I bout my biz and I handle that
I blow them out like a candle, ya I dismantle cats
so quit playing with your frigile raps
you got my cash?, I ain't having that, nigga you get your brains in your lap
you niggas know how I do after dark
I got those dogs in the yard and they do more then bark (Bark Bark Bark)
so don't start shit if you can't finish it
we all in the game and we all be winning it
Ya'll know who we be it's the grain up in these streets, we about to let them loose 2x
i know dreams come true but what about nightmares
and gettin there its feeling like its light years away
commit sins and then pray hopin He listen
or am i just hopin and wishin
i hide the sadness with a smile joking and grinning
and if it came like a suprise would i open the vision
or am i just another silly nigga failing mission
boy i really cant tell you but its on and tickin
and everybody trying to fuck over like you was trickin
i dont know why they hatin and i dont even know why they trippin
but he the jack of all trades i rock the long dreads and not the braids
i wear the flip flops and not the Jays
moma told me they'll days like this lifes depressing
make you wanna wish your lifes ended house on the hill aint living spelidid
aint never been to prison not to metion i didnt grow up on the streets
im from the side walk i carried the heat in my pockets
its outta control like a stock market
yo name should be x cuz its you im poppin
in the heat of the night the cool of the day
i even spit tight rhymes when i pray
my best friends the 12 gauge
favorite positions close range while im divorcing yo ribcage
on and off stage you talking bout bustin nuts i bust guts killing aint my thang but raps a must
and a tatto of the Grain and in GOD i trust
yo shits drakistic, you get your fucking face wrapped in plastic
I spit acid, and I sleep in the casket
i creep through the street packing heat quick to blast it
lord drak a beast when i feast the scene it's tragic
it's black magic get caught up in the holocaust
watch as i start to make your arms and legs start falling off
I know your crew is soft, how is you goin talk? the barrel of this 45 stuck in your fucking jaws
I'm never falling off, I get through to kill your boss
Lord Drak, daywalk to set flames to your cross
they like "Oh no not him again"
I spit a verse that will bring your life to a end
going against the grain I bring pain our solders marching in
I represent the Springs, I'm insane killing many men