Saddle Up

What's up G? It's your boy P Pack a bag Baby this train is leaving on time. Who's side you gonna be on? Your best Bet is for it to be mine. Click Clack I got your back shooting MC's that's whack. A team of Horses couldn't pull me out this rap game that's a matter of fact This is a stick up, disarming the worst. Nothing moves put the mic's in the bag and Nobody gets hurt. Because there's just too many wanna be ballers dropping the ball Walking empty halls all alone after the curtain falls. Me, After I lasso the party I pull it in And you begin to hear why I think selling outs a sin You ain't a player not a rapper or a singer. You drop the mic so much they're gonna call You Mr. Butterfinger See I don't Play. Get out my way I knew you back when you was just a kid you never did or said a lot and suddenly you Think you're big be careful or you'll get shot out of a cannon right into the crowd because Real hip-hop fans don't play around and they'll tell you loud. We spot your garbage from A mile away. To have you on the scene's a crime you ain't permitted to stay. Hey Hey. I Always say if it don't come go and get it. And if you think there's something owed to you You can forget it Yo I'd like to thank you. For chilling with PizzL Peace