Sicilian Spit
08-30-07, 07:20 PM
You could tell I got a chip on my shoulder, a clip in the holder
You hatin motherf*ckas shoulda listened, I told ya
Hittin the doja, gotta get on my hype
Before I write these lyrics and I get on the mic
Get on a hike man, you need to head for the hills
You countin 1s and 5s but all my bread is in bills
I done read ya will and there's nothin for me to gain
But nothin for me to lose so I'm pluggin you in ya brain
The slug enters ya frame, packed wit knowledge
Not the type of facts that you extract from college
Ya tracks are solid, but ya lyrics carry no weight
You gettin woozy from this oozy to be buried's ya fate
Wary's ya state while I'm shootin rounds from my cranium
I'm a vet but you more green than a geranium
The bomb like uranium, harder than titanium
Be careful wit them jabs man watch it where you aimin 'em
You hatin motherf*ckas shoulda listened, I told ya
Hittin the doja, gotta get on my hype
Before I write these lyrics and I get on the mic
Get on a hike man, you need to head for the hills
You countin 1s and 5s but all my bread is in bills
I done read ya will and there's nothin for me to gain
But nothin for me to lose so I'm pluggin you in ya brain
The slug enters ya frame, packed wit knowledge
Not the type of facts that you extract from college
Ya tracks are solid, but ya lyrics carry no weight
You gettin woozy from this oozy to be buried's ya fate
Wary's ya state while I'm shootin rounds from my cranium
I'm a vet but you more green than a geranium
The bomb like uranium, harder than titanium
Be careful wit them jabs man watch it where you aimin 'em