Street_Profit
03-22-06, 11:46 AM
here my appeal to prevent caps from the peel
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
im the street prophet that keeps thugs in check
while i collect my cheques keep close my tupac
cassette deck sh!t straight fire im tired on the
corner getting hommies wired/
i got my own life blurred i got my vodka stirred
and spiked i got skills that are on the mic i got
that tight and i got this right tonights the night
feel it in the air it aint nuthin nice i aint polite
i bite twist my words bring ur fight/
revenge is a b!tch i told the lil hommies to switch
hardmen got him stitched acting a thug with hard
style got me rich i use the mic to express with lo pitch/
now i come with the same old street talk the same
street walk but if i die then i become street chalk.
here my appeal to prevent caps from the peel
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
how can i tell a duke with no home to stop molesting
himself to stop beating guys for wealth to stop
drink stop think about ur health/ i aint stopping sh!t
thats like me stopping my spit when i've only started
to flip on the minds that know a hit that now i spit
good spit/..people that know and understand my rap
instead of being crits cause they crap that makes me snap/
like this b!tch stacking chips ima empty lyrically clips
into the hips of this b!tch, black out his rhymes like
an eclipse i hope u see this it'll make u trip but i just
want u to comment and shut up ill staple ur lips/
now listen to me this is over no g better than this
g with the gangstivity i make foes trip and fall its
like im gravity im progressing rapidily to bust lames
and herbs out of the chest cavity.
here my appeal to prevent caps from the peel
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
now there i included a subliminal shot but thats not
what i wanted im tryna progress hot but like life theres
always a weed spot so cops got me drug hot and ima
close this by saying life is put hear do u dear life is hear
most poor howz this fair.
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
im the street prophet that keeps thugs in check
while i collect my cheques keep close my tupac
cassette deck sh!t straight fire im tired on the
corner getting hommies wired/
i got my own life blurred i got my vodka stirred
and spiked i got skills that are on the mic i got
that tight and i got this right tonights the night
feel it in the air it aint nuthin nice i aint polite
i bite twist my words bring ur fight/
revenge is a b!tch i told the lil hommies to switch
hardmen got him stitched acting a thug with hard
style got me rich i use the mic to express with lo pitch/
now i come with the same old street talk the same
street walk but if i die then i become street chalk.
here my appeal to prevent caps from the peel
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
how can i tell a duke with no home to stop molesting
himself to stop beating guys for wealth to stop
drink stop think about ur health/ i aint stopping sh!t
thats like me stopping my spit when i've only started
to flip on the minds that know a hit that now i spit
good spit/..people that know and understand my rap
instead of being crits cause they crap that makes me snap/
like this b!tch stacking chips ima empty lyrically clips
into the hips of this b!tch, black out his rhymes like
an eclipse i hope u see this it'll make u trip but i just
want u to comment and shut up ill staple ur lips/
now listen to me this is over no g better than this
g with the gangstivity i make foes trip and fall its
like im gravity im progressing rapidily to bust lames
and herbs out of the chest cavity.
here my appeal to prevent caps from the peel
but what can i do i cant tell em what to do
they all hungry the fight for food but thats
my hood and its all good but after the dealer
was wacked in that other city sh!t looking dier
im wired got the co-op on lock sh!t im tired.
now there i included a subliminal shot but thats not
what i wanted im tryna progress hot but like life theres
always a weed spot so cops got me drug hot and ima
close this by saying life is put hear do u dear life is hear
most poor howz this fair.