Lyrics
Since the Young Gunz fell off,
Rap’s been eyein,
Im commin to sell all,
Im raps new minor,
My lyrics beyond level,
to any industry rhymer,
ive been through the ghetto,
code of the street’s in mindin,
I never touched a nigga that didn’t have it commin to him,
Ran down the streets, after putting the pump to usin,
Niggaz criticize me, cuz of the way i run my music,
Till they end up on I.V., gonna need a pump of fluid,
I put in my work, made niggaz need blood transfusions,
Banged my few smurfs, without havin a crew to cruise wit,
Now u niggaz gonna feel me, cuz I told u to feel it,
Im ridin solo in my polos letting u know that I did it,
My flow is so loco that u know that I spit it,
Its known I copped my doe sellin my dro to children,
Im watitin till im on top, don’t have to worry bout shit,
Makin the beat rock, with the words that I spit,
Till that day imma grind with the herbs that I get,
And write whatever rhymes and verbs that i kick
And I don’t recite this a hundred times, or rehearse this shit,
Im telling u imma hustla, this is the verses u get,
If u front on my life, then it’s the Hurst u’ll get,
If you step across that chain line,
Just remember that I aim high,
And u’ll get ur motha fuckin brainz fried,
Homie strap up ur thangz,
Nigga LETS RIDE
Homie Get ready its game time,
Show no shame when them thangs fly,
Chainz aint scared to bang,
Nigga lets ride
DON’T FUCK WIT CHAINZ, I’ll treat u like monopoly,
I’LL MAKE U PAY, if u step on my property,
If this was a game, u wouldn’t be stoppin me,
i’ll chop ur bitch ass up, like u was mahogany,
you must be a klutzo, I’ll cock back and shoot,
leave ya ass bagged up like grocery food,
don’t let me strap up cuz I will aim to damage u,
I got a brain full of mathematicals,
My rap is combatable,
Don’t get mad I clapped a dude,
B4 I had my first tattoo,
When I come after u,
With an ancestry of nappy roots,
Trackin you, flaking you,
Till I pullout and start blastin you,
Never sold crack on the avenue,
To get cash flow for my tracks,
Just to let u know, Pomona Nap got my back,
So when its time to roll, we in that black Cadillac,
If you step across that chain line,
Just remember that I aim high,
And u’ll get ur motha fuckin brainz fried,
Homie strap up ur thangz,
Nigga LETS RIDE
Homie Get ready its game time,
Show no shame when them thangs fly,
Chainz aint scared to bang,
Nigga lets ride
DETROIT DETROIT, murder city of kings,
I got plants in the trunk nigga, im makin my cream
U know I keep the fresh weed, so if u want a heft g,
U best be, a nigga wit the money on deck b,
U think u wanna test me, i’ll show u y I glisten,
u laffin while ur rims spin
till i snap you like a slim jim,
listen, to ur bitch is the best advice u can give him,
if u think u can manage to live in,
the city wit no pity and no love for bitch men,
then u can, strap up ur tech, ur vest, and ur glock,
and when the police come just turn run and pop,
hoe you should stop, and think about ur where ur goin
cuz u’ll prolly find pac, b4 u can stop my flowin,
my next song will drop, and my skills still growin
