歌詞
Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn
And it go down, for real
**** can't see me
Know I'm talkin' 'bout, I mean that
Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin'
I'm to the point of mind bogglin', keep it throbbin'
If you swin' I'm bobbin', even if I'm dobbed out mobbin'
On the dope corner, in my Jordan's
**** is starvin', they need to get they game sharpened
Out there robbin', bound to get they days darkened
I keep my 4-4 barkin', for them lames larkin'
And them bustas plottin' on me, in the valet parkin'
Steady sparkin', pounds of killa
Plus a young **** grinds for scrilla, on the reala
I load eighteen wheelers, full of yayo
Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail
Only time will tell, the Feds on my trail
Plus you know, that a young **** tilt the scale
A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator
Bitin' mics, I'm a rap game gladiator
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
I'm a thuggish ****, on drank I'm sluggish
Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage
Keep my game face on, when I'm punchin' the clock
From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot
Dome shot connector, red dot reflector
Fifty-pound dissector, when I'm buyin' from Hector
Calls collector, plus a snitch detector
I.Q. like Lecter, dope game perfecter
Mob style protector, sky street infector
I'm a platinum editor, CEO director
Chin' checker, just a certified wrecker
Sweepin' up sets, like a Black & Decker
I got Texas ways; it's simply 'cause I'm Texas raised
And handle all animosity, with techs and K's
Split toupees, I stain' the brain
Everythin' gon' remain' the same, what's my name?
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose
That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues
Leave no clues, 'cause **** is fools
Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice
Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice
Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise
It's nothin' nice, if it ain't your time
Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down
I stay on top of mine, my game
And stains **** brains, like migraine
It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame
(What if you off the chain?) Then you best to hide Mayne
Spit verses for change, and brin' the pain
Rap game John Wayne (that's a God damn shame)
Infrared for aim, when I rain
This a **** you can't contain, uncut cocaine (I'm raw)
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Rule number one, always keep it reala
Number two, never test an untamed guerilla
Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla
Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter
Written by: Big Pokey
