Freestyle

Uh, yeah (so focused) We back and show you niggas, man Wassup? uhh, ow! yeah See how I play with it? See how I can breeze, come back and I still stay with it? Bet you thought I would probably spend the day with it I started at 7 but I finished at 8 with it Cook the beef with the rifle and let the K hit it Took the street from the disciple and left the way with it I left the grey Civic, left the grade A kitted Wasn't the du-kate, the trey baked did it Let me take you to a place where you can't escape karma Niggas take cake and sling 8 to they own momma It was '94, really wasn't sure, mommy came to cop Mommy wanted 2, but she gave me 4 Thinking to myself, only made me poor We was sellin' treys so I made her gave me more She lost 184, prolly had the fattest ass on the block That was when I used to flash dick At the bitches and laugh at the cops Still flash dick at the bitches and laugh at the cops As I pass in the drop, got my stash in the box Still blowin' in a hot breeze, blastin' some rock Niggas come and go like money, I'mma last at the top I'mma drive by on you niggas and dash to the top I'mma cash 'cause I'm hot, got a wrist full of baguettes And my cash in a knot Any nigga fuck with my set and I'm blastin' the Glock, yeah I got the motherfuckin' hash in my sock Dro jar, glass full of pot Play with my money I blast at your pop Baby back up a lil' and put your ass on this cock Nigga Oakwood, dash in the slot Nigga coke good, splash with the scotch Nigga no good, nigga so hood Nigga Max B, flow oh so good Any nigga get love, go to the show should Run the C, beast mode, go to the shows good I take the furniture out Not the couch, the motherfuckin' furniture in your mouth Make you feel like it's a furnace in your mouth Philly cheesesteak flow, spittin' burgers out your mouth Toss the burner and be out, bitch! It goes 1 buildin', 2 buildin', 3 buildin', 4 That was the main goal when I was dealin' on the raw Poppin' champagne, suds spillin' on the floor The cockiest gang, we still illin' on the law I'm tryna tell you somethin', I'm even iller than before The summer ritual, we cop 4 wheelers for the boys The way we ball'll make you think we really wasn't poor 'Cause now we stack chips from the ceilin' to the floor So you know a nigga ready, willin' for that war We at your front steps and we will kill you by your dog And your kid up out your window, dog we get it on This city's mine, do you niggas want that? And since it's mine do you really want it back? A thin line between this bubblegum rap Don't cross the dun line or get your bubblegum clapped Or I could show you how we shoot up the 40's I promise one bleep'll have my troops go to war, B Or bomb through your block in a coupe lookin' sporty There's nothin' you could do with me shorty I'm a G, shit they got me for a shootin' in court, B Bullets melt your face like hot soup on a frosty You shoulda stayed in place, the wrong move could be costly I'm from the old school, we would hoop 'til we fall, B Got foul, went to the car, came back and shoot up the court, B 450 Power, catch me movin' on horsies That 24 powder paint, shoes lookin' glossy And it's my duty to floss, B What you gonna do with me shorty? Dipset, eastside, we tryin' Ain't nothin' changed, I'm back out in this bitch Jim Jones, capo status, New York Shredda man One Eye Willy, the goonie goobers will come get you That's Dipset, Byrd gang, the new Black Panthers Call me Malcolm X, Geronimo Pratt The voice of resistance, pretty Jonesy, what have you Don't get your ass fucked up or stuck up Eastside, Dipset And I ain't hear my name get mentioned yet for the record