I thought about my Block and its crazy so,I made this song.And my hood is for real somebody at a gas station got shot over a mo-pad or a scooter something like that.
Lyrics
Cops Hang around my block thats why the Bats stay gripped//
Cats stay flipped but real G's let the Gats Spray Clips//
Real Niggas be rockin glocks and droppin cops//
Cause we must leave legos in the sun the way the block is hot//
Cops get me in a bad mood but Im nice really//
Prolly cause I run more blocks than that dude from Vice city//
And Fake cats hate that they cant come pump lead//
thats prolly why rats lay back and go become feds//
Ill snap ya nose you try to double cross or Go Snitch//
cause Im Mo' rich with slugs so how you think we scope pricks//
We got vantage points G's Pop Manish boys//
so we clean our streets with heat till each clan destroyed//
Better where gloves cause that gun will get hot//
cause youll have to blast more than once before Im done and I get dropped//
I leave foes smoke better know Ill leave ya Whole Back broke//
Leave the meat and Fat Shown and take ya Back Bone//
Im the Crazy Kind use to Blazing Nines you will find//
I be Lacing Rhymes but I will Line bullets up at ya spine//
Slugs will Burst on your back and my thugs kill worse//
so if you get them mad get some pain pills first//
Nigga we'll shoot ya hands//
kill ya and for the funeral nigga well even do the plans//
Let the bullets pound in ya knees and my clown enemys//
will get the message like answerin machines//
Leave ya Petrified and Unable to sleep//
knowing you might get cut off like Cable TV//
Im sending a message right now while Im rappin//
mess with me Ill be Laughin while the cops tell ya mom what happened//.........(yea)
