Shit niggers got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here man. Damn the fuck you get this weed from? Motherfucker overdose or shit Off this shit goddamn. Shit... Verse 1: Now pussy motherfuckers say that I'm too raw with it But y'all thinking cause I be talking shit them hoes say that nigger Cold as hell Fuck what the punks are talking 'bout I wanna get up with that big Balling bitch cause niggers feeling what I'm on as well Plus got my mind in the zone, the one that's rocking fresh pelle pelle (?) the shine on his 'bone Somebody beating up the block on fresh rider rims if its b.l. you can Tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone, who think I'm in love with her cause she took me Shopping and trying on cologne So well, if I'm the line with the tone, got up with this other bitch Bought more weed cause she fine of her own So hurry up with the philly bitch, I'm really sick off of some illest shit Hook up a rusty razor blade but still it split and fill it with that Killer shit so I can really trip, Its like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips And mac-10's, I lit the B from the back end and took it to the chest and It got me sprung My lungs started collapsing, shit nigger what's happening? The cest got me tripping off the drums and guns ready for action Let it swing or either other things try to be tough to bang and scuff And hang suffer pain left damaged than you a bogus motherfucker man Just to be standing bang I'm too strange for for motherfuckers to compete with I'm on some infrared heat shit with a deep clique, what I eat sleep Shit, well if its a freak bitch she can suck a sweet dick 'till she's seasick Blocking niggers out like an eclipse when smoking with devils Put your hands together like you know the host Cause ain't no nigger who can resist the words from the twist Leaving niggers comatose from my overdose Chorus: I don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it We overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees And snatching fe's now that I'm up in the game I don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it We overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees Niggers rolling me B's just so they can hang Verse 2: Can you figure out the cause and effect? Niggers coming on your set Thugs coming out their draws with a tec Victim bleeding from the neck Shirts is getting wet Shorties yelling threats Looking for the one who called for the deck Now their airing out the hall in the spot, Hitting stomachs leaving niggers pinched up bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from the glock Searching for the one who called in the shots, hypes calling for rocks Going all in the socks of the recently deceased From what released from the chrome beast to the dome piece Visions in my mind being increased by inner beef and some grief But when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snapping hard enough to make a nigger try to check his own chief Violate him but can't annhialate him Picking up his own teeth and its on with the microphone deep Simulate him when pencils penetrate him Nerves still dropping cause adrenaline pumping is a motherfucker Hit them with the steel bloodsuckers Murder the bond if as making sure every one of you hoe stud suckers And I bullshit you not if it was full clips 2 glocks You would still die or you'll get too hot Cause when my fuel kicks you'll drop Hypes tricking on you tell me where he at bitch and you'll get 2 rocks (okay) cause when my tool click you pop Killers have niggers start shit I'm hazardous Making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath Yet disaterous, smoking on half and hash fuck up its cancerous Best ass in this bitch and I master this Its hard to believe I'm busting like an 8 ball cause I'm in the zone Twenty two and cold shit up the sleeve its hard to stay calm I'm thinking about the bitches that I've been up on Hitting my enemies and competion with leaf I roll that I'm damaging Flow that can and will leave thick ladies franicking People in the industry panicking I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling Now its possible that motherfuckers could start vanishing Fuck the anacin I be toking plenty and (?) for stress And flowing over notes I'm steel sticking they can get close I know I got you tripping over what a nigger said off a overdose Chorus C'mon and toke on a dub with me I love cities with parties that Full of bitches that let me rub titties Be able to pack a slug with me In case we get in some static And gotta start leaking blood from stud skinnies So don't ask if its the bud in me Because for some reason I be smoking some weed And get too wicked and raw It could be nickel or sawed-off the weed choking me The potency will have me rocking mics And giving your butt dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law You're looking in awe took what you saw Get the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer Then got to biting and formulating some shit you called your own But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw To put it simple you ain't cold enough Tripping out like you can't control the stuff Lacking rhythm like you known to bust In a different zone from us You niggers need to sit the fuck down get a swisher and roll us up You think I'm speaking too bold, what's up? I ain't even on no hoe shit Plus the mob is so thick I'm the type of nigger you should wanna get up Close to and take a smoke with If its static then check your clique, my mind's so sick I be tweaking with speech and releasing energy To show I know the ropes Cause when it comes to this rap shit niggers will choke 'till I'm ghost While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose Try to put me to the test Gimme some budda blessed I'll show you who the best... Aiight T goddamn slow up man, Motherfuckers done felt you man.
goddamn man you stopping motherfuckers and shit trying to get My zone on, let niggers know what the fuck I'm doing man I mean you done zoned man lets go to the next cut baby Man fuck that shit