It's time for me to drop the bomb
on Viet-naum blaze the torch & blaze up
the bong like cheech and chong
there's something wrong if you can't stand still
you need a job I've got a place to fill
like P diddy I enter the club with backup
and guns near the sack that'll make your whole crew back up
You can stack up all the shit you spit
put youe best it won't make a licking diff-erence
It turn you will burn
& you shall learn your lesson
I've got so much props
from shooting so many cops
Keep testing me byotch and I will have shoot you
I have more scars and pimped out cars here than you do
You're just another carcass for my doberman to chew thru
I would do it myself but i'm just not in the mood to

say you wanna chill
say you wanna pill
take the high-way
see things my-way

the stars disappear
then the stars draw near
keep your head up ,bro &
never give up ho

times getting hard even harder for me
cuz i'm out to get the paper G you with me?
I don't need to tear the pages to resent
but i'm a cracker & from me thats all you'll get
when you rip rhymes like i did three times
but thats allowed the way i'm rapping in my prime
In the lime light, I ain't quite there but thats alright
still enjoy my freedom monday to sunday night
and every day between and everyday indeed
dreaming about rockstars minibars in limosuines
how can I give up my selfish ways
when I try to live up to my selfish ways
all you motherfuckers want is the money
but you can't play me like no dummy short but sweet

my stuff may not be the best but digg it!!!