Irish-dipstick
11-04-05, 10:15 AM
*hope u got urself a gun*
drop da heat pick up maskit,
drop the dopest gangsta to ever feat/
and that be feature i be sick as fcuk,
same guy to fcuk ur mama if she was a teacher & make her suck/
haha never seen it like this before,
fcuk wit me am a kik in ur door/
ur b!tch i adore ur a fcukin loser,
droppin sh!t lookin stupid remind me of a boozer/
*hope u got urself a gun*
i drop give a fcuk as long as i can maintain my funds,
if u try to take my riches i play ya'll like b!tchs and blast wit guns/
so i hope u got urs cause i've got mine,
i be ridin for my hommies and for country nw be my sign/
drop time its the thin red line u crosss it ur dead,
u drink to much u got shot and alcohol u bleed/
not blood og u gotta stop before u drop,
u gonna kill urself over sh!t, stop the blunts u hit/
ur life fcuk but fcuk it smup it it ova,
u'd have even less luck than a four leafed clova.
*hope u got urself a gun*
this be spittin the last verse,
i spit from my head like big said u b!tches all reherse/
may end up in a hurse bursted ur 6th down,
i'm the czar naw i wont claim it but give me tha crown/
shine it up real nice i'm hot like chilli spice/
u be at the sh!t last few lines at the end,
i be spillin blood by a drive- by on the bend.
drop da heat pick up maskit,
drop the dopest gangsta to ever feat/
and that be feature i be sick as fcuk,
same guy to fcuk ur mama if she was a teacher & make her suck/
haha never seen it like this before,
fcuk wit me am a kik in ur door/
ur b!tch i adore ur a fcukin loser,
droppin sh!t lookin stupid remind me of a boozer/
*hope u got urself a gun*
i drop give a fcuk as long as i can maintain my funds,
if u try to take my riches i play ya'll like b!tchs and blast wit guns/
so i hope u got urs cause i've got mine,
i be ridin for my hommies and for country nw be my sign/
drop time its the thin red line u crosss it ur dead,
u drink to much u got shot and alcohol u bleed/
not blood og u gotta stop before u drop,
u gonna kill urself over sh!t, stop the blunts u hit/
ur life fcuk but fcuk it smup it it ova,
u'd have even less luck than a four leafed clova.
*hope u got urself a gun*
this be spittin the last verse,
i spit from my head like big said u b!tches all reherse/
may end up in a hurse bursted ur 6th down,
i'm the czar naw i wont claim it but give me tha crown/
shine it up real nice i'm hot like chilli spice/
u be at the sh!t last few lines at the end,
i be spillin blood by a drive- by on the bend.