Shit niggers got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here man.
damn the fuck you get this weed from? motherfucker overdose or shit
off this shit goddamn. shit...
Verse 1:
Now pussy playa haters say that i'm too raw with it
but y'all thinking cause i be talking shit them hoes say that nigger
cold as hell
fuck what the punks are talking 'bout i wanna get up with that big
balling bitch cause niggers feeling what i'm on as well
plus got my mind in the zone, the one that's rocking fresh pelle pelle
(?) the shine on his 'bone
somebody beating up the block on fresh rider rims if its b.l. you can
tell by the design on the chrome
crying on the phone, who think i'm in love with her cause she took me
shopping and trying on cologne
so well, if i'm the line with the tone, got up with this other bitch
bought more weed cause she fine of her own
so hurry up with the philly bitch,
i'm really sick off of some illest shit
hook up a rusty razor blade but still it split and fill it with that
killer shit so i can really trip,
its like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
and mac-10's, i lit the b from the back end and took it to the chest and
it got me sprung
my lungs started collapsing, shit nigger what's happening?
the cest got me tripping off the drums and guns ready for action
let it swing or either other things try to be tough to bang and scuff
and hang suffer pain left damaged than you a bogus motherfucker man
just to be standing bang
i'm too strange for for motherfuckers to compete with
i'm on some infrared heat shit with a deep clique, what i eat sleep
shit, well if its a freak bitch she can suck a sweet dick
'till she's seasick
blocking niggers out like an eclipse when smoking with devils
put your hands together like you know the host
cause ain't no nigger who can resist the words from the twist
leaving niggers comatose from my overdose
Chorus:
I don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
we overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
kill off all enemies while making g's catch you off on your knees
and snatching fe's now that i'm up in the game
i don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
we overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
kill off all enemies while making g's catch you off on your knees
niggers rolling me b's just so they can hang
Verse 2:
Can you figure out the cause and effect?
niggers coming on your set
thugs coming out their draws with a tec
victim bleeding from the neck
shirts is getting wet
shorties yelling threats
looking for the one who called for the deck
now their airing out the hall in the spot,
hitting stomachs leaving niggers pinched up bodies balled in a knot
bullet holes in the wall from the glock
searching for the one who called in the shots, hypes calling for rocks
going all in the socks of the recently deceased
from what released from the chrome beast to the dome piece
visions in my mind being increased by inner beef and some grief
but when i chief on some strong leaf
i'm snapping hard enough to make a nigger try to check his own chief
violate him but can't annhialate him
picking up his own teeth and its on with the microphone deep
simulate him when pencils penetrate him
nerves still dropping cause adrenaline pumping is a motherfucker
hit them with the steel bloodsuckers
murder the bond if as making sure every one of you hoe stud suckers
and i bullshit you not if it was full clips 2 glocks
you would still die or you'll get too hot
cause when my fuel kicks you'll drop
hypes tricking on you tell me where he at bitch and you'll get 2 rocks
(okay) cause when my tool click you pop
killers have niggers start shit i'm hazardous
making musical miracles like i'm jesus of nazerath
yet disaterous, smoking on half and hash fuck up its cancerous
best ass in this bitch and i master this
its hard to believe i'm busting like an 8 ball cause i'm in the zone
twenty two and cold shit up the sleeve its hard to stay calm
i'm thinking about the bitches that i've been up on
hitting my enemies and competion with leaf i roll that i'm damaging
flow that can and will leave thick ladies franicking
people in the industry panicking
i thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling
now its possible that motherfuckers could start vanishing
fuck the anacin i be toking plenty and (?) for stress
and flowing over notes
i'm steel sticking they can get close
i know i got you tripping over what a nigger said off a overdose
Chorus
C'mon and toke on a dub with me
i love cities with parties that
full of bitches that let me rub titties
be able to pack a slug with me
in case we get in some static
and gotta start leaking blood from stud skinnies
so don't ask if its the bud in me
because for some reason i be smoking some weed
and get too wicked and raw
it could be nickel or sawed-off the weed choking me
the potency will have me rocking mics
and giving your butt dick in the jaw, i'm hookin the law
you're looking in awe took what you saw
get the b's pen and pad out the bottom drawer
then got to biting and formulating some shit you called your own
but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
to put it simple you ain't cold enough
tripping out like you can't control the stuff
lacking rhythm like you known to bust
in a different zone from us
you niggers need to sit the fuck down get a swisher and roll us up
you think i'm speaking too bold, what's up?
i ain't even on no hoe shit
plus the mob is so thick i'm the type of nigger you should wanna get up
close to and take a smoke with
if its static then check your clique, my mind's so sick
i be tweaking with speech and releasing energy
to show i know the ropes
cause when it comes to this rap shit niggers will choke 'till i'm ghost
while i breath reefer smoke from my overdose
try to put me to the test
gimme some budda blessed i'll show you who the best...
<traxter> aiight t goddamn slow up man,
motherfuckers done felt you man.
<twista> goddamn man you stopping motherfuckers and shit trying to get
my zone on, let niggers know what the fuck i'm doing man
<traxter> i mean you done zoned man lets go to the next cut baby
<twista> man fuck that shit