YO...:::Warm It Up:::
I Swear Niggas On My Ass ALL Day, They Even Trynna Spank~Me
-CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?-
Hope~Can Raise Ya Spirits, So Now The DOPEMAN Trynna Gank~Me
-MAN I MEAN THIS-
For The Inconvience Of Puttin Out These Rhymes You Should Thank~Me
I'm Just Tellin It Like It Is....AND THATS TOO PUT IT FRANKLY
-No matter how hot you drop-
It's like this......My reign always gon' put a dampen on things
I Might Diss...And get called 'Vice' 'cause I always clamp on bling
snatchin it from my clutch is like a thug gettin ''touched''
when it comes to this beef, i'ma meat market and your always gettin Butched
or butcherd, IT'S whatever tickles ya pickle, I drop dimes, you poppin nickles
I'm always Sick-on-a-beat...quick-on-my-feet...
and with you, ya don't know what your gonna get like when you trick-or-treat
I lick - and - you meet 'n greet the shots as you shake an drop
gimme a mic an i'ma bet my dick the only thing that makes-me-flop.
Y'all hate to prop-me-up to the top, but thats exacty what y'all do
I pull out a gat and your friends really do got your back...
...................'cause ya whole crews hiding behind YOU!
Slip and I'll find you, blind you wita Infa-red, then......
..............................whooooops, ya moms into bed
ya never told me she was into head, suckin, fuckin...
But I still got 2 hands free that'll have your little ass duckin
my riflle and guns buckin, both aimin straight for the dome
you gettin bussed on, and your mom catchin nuts in her own home
Ya should of left me alone to roam and let me have my bone
always did wanna get ice'd up...
...........so I srapy ya necklace and touch ya with this chrome
I already got the throne, so why would I spoil it with gun play?
c'ause niggas mess with triggers and all die one-day
I'd rather just sit back, relax and toke to the max...
On the mic I got the killer instinct and thats what my enemy lacks.
I'm high as hell and thats a little story for y'all...
