Neo Regular
10-08-07, 11:27 PM
I get it…
Okay I get it…
I run C-O!!!
Yeah…
When I was just a little shorty
I would gank your ass
And played firefighter carrying
These hoes to the room
Don’t be playing no games, lay down
Or get bucked in the dome
Only God knows what I’m on
I’m on that GMC ****
That Lui Vutton ****
That 3 piece suit to buy Arabian bombs
****
Living like a don beyond the note
And the damn rent
For government-restircted firearms
And full clips
To make me empowered to corrupt
The whole left wing
The murder rate is rising man who
The **** cares?
My zipcode is 43211 and yesh
I got *****s with the holsters on they
Back on the stairs
Man you step outta line? This aint
The DMV *****
You’ll get served the M-13 w/ the trigga
Paranoia don’t define my really ****ed up
Mind
It’s Espi mutha****a and I write my rhymes…
If you aint making any cash you better get it in gear
I think you ride lap like the son of Brittney Spears
For that bill to be paid, you rather get laid
And let a ***** name Omar design ya braids
Catch a 22 ***** and you living a lie
Nobody wants to break bread with you so hurry
And die
When I was young I use do steal cash, now I steal
The new Jag
And swear to the witness his ass was gonna rock a toe tag
Invincible capabilities make me speed faster
And swerv sharp cutting marks into the curb.
Bru Lei said to go head and keep giving pain
Like I ****ed hoes raw, that’s why I came!
I don’t like you underground cats, yeah I bought
A new gat
And took a photo of it with a Soul Position CD
Catch me in a new V, tryna make a few Gs
Moving OZ’s knowing God is gonna haunt me
When I talk the talk
Bet I walk the walk
I’ll whip a ***** half dead for the ****
I bought
You aint having my chain, you aint
Getting a chance
I worked hard for my gear so I can
Do this dance…
Okay I get it…
I run C-O!!!
Yeah…
When I was just a little shorty
I would gank your ass
And played firefighter carrying
These hoes to the room
Don’t be playing no games, lay down
Or get bucked in the dome
Only God knows what I’m on
I’m on that GMC ****
That Lui Vutton ****
That 3 piece suit to buy Arabian bombs
****
Living like a don beyond the note
And the damn rent
For government-restircted firearms
And full clips
To make me empowered to corrupt
The whole left wing
The murder rate is rising man who
The **** cares?
My zipcode is 43211 and yesh
I got *****s with the holsters on they
Back on the stairs
Man you step outta line? This aint
The DMV *****
You’ll get served the M-13 w/ the trigga
Paranoia don’t define my really ****ed up
Mind
It’s Espi mutha****a and I write my rhymes…
If you aint making any cash you better get it in gear
I think you ride lap like the son of Brittney Spears
For that bill to be paid, you rather get laid
And let a ***** name Omar design ya braids
Catch a 22 ***** and you living a lie
Nobody wants to break bread with you so hurry
And die
When I was young I use do steal cash, now I steal
The new Jag
And swear to the witness his ass was gonna rock a toe tag
Invincible capabilities make me speed faster
And swerv sharp cutting marks into the curb.
Bru Lei said to go head and keep giving pain
Like I ****ed hoes raw, that’s why I came!
I don’t like you underground cats, yeah I bought
A new gat
And took a photo of it with a Soul Position CD
Catch me in a new V, tryna make a few Gs
Moving OZ’s knowing God is gonna haunt me
When I talk the talk
Bet I walk the walk
I’ll whip a ***** half dead for the ****
I bought
You aint having my chain, you aint
Getting a chance
I worked hard for my gear so I can
Do this dance…