Lyrics
When will yall learn,
Get burned,
An end up Ina ceramic Eern,
With your brain Sandwhiched,turned,
Insideout,
Yall reign come short, like season drought,
There is no timeout,
Don't seem shocked,
Better run a Team Block,
Cause theres no overtime if i get a clean shot,
Who's team's hot?,
RhymeAddiktz baby....
RhymeAddiktzbaby,
Yall know the name,
Suck in your head like brain,
Yall diss for fame?,
Thats when i equip the gauge with that Infred thang,
The lead sang leave your head hard to explain,
Oh,
How X-SITE-TING,
Im hurtin heads,
Like chicks givin brains and biting,
NO RECYCLING,
Yall pleed the fifth,
Usin lines from 3 years ago,
What kinda Emcee's is this?!,
Yall see the gliss from tha jewelry and get loose,
Sell outs..Like Bladness,You lost your root's,
Loose your troop's,For the benz and coupes,
Your menz are stoop's waitin to get stooped,
With a ooze,like who's is frontin,
Get IgN.O.R.Ed cause yall punks are Nothin,
When i get angered,
Its Shotties to head and banger,
Like Nirvana's lead sanger,
It's DANGER,
Who wanna step to this,
Leave slug'z in all four of ya Heart Chamber's,
Yall dont really want none...Noo..
Yall dont really wanty none...
Come with Handshakes instead of Punches,
Mandate your punctures,
With Bandaids and Lunkers,
Gat layed by my V8 and Bumpers,
I Come from streets of Body Dumpers,
How ima look with 3 9's between my Tommy's,
2 Smith-nWess,Others a Green Hamie,
Playstation mcee's,better see Sony,
Have you Fakes with steel in ay throat,SCREAM MAMI!,
The kid been freezin souls and squeezin cold,
I'm Gangtsa,
Blazin at your 3 yr old,
He see your role,
Mistake bein my Enemy,
Now he see you role,
To the E.M.T',
And..he dont see you breath,
All he se's is me stuffin the breeze,
You lucky to be....
Still alive,
In teh streetz where 95% dont survive,
But still Hold your cross and prayers,
Cause ots over if your caught in my cross hairs,
Streetz is watching with a mean eye,
In the meantime yall still fien crime,
But yall still see time,
Cause sirens shine threw out the hood,
And pistols still gleem fine,
I Hate fakes,
Date rape a slate,
Cape the cake,
Body gets dumped in the lake,
All this for weight,
like you couldnt wait,
To shoot needles in your arm and seal your fate,
Yall still rhme about whores,
With 1 syllable 3rd grade Metaphorz,
Never seen nobody dead before,
Til your mom came up short on core,
Why does it gotta be,
Every Mcee,
Talks about fee's or gettin keys,
90% Dont hit the streetz,
In they room with air mircophones,
Lip Sink,
Hat tilted east,
Like yall Thuggin,
But yall buggin,
Yall cant Flick on the Pace,
Get Chased By spikies,
Ppl wouldnt chekk you out if you had a sign on yoir face sayin
"HIT ME WITH YOUR NIKES",
Yall easy dyke b's,
Talkin bout yall Kill pussy...man tahts old,
masturbatin,
Since when does your hand turn cold?,
Man yall slow....Stick to ya picked roll,
Or end up in worse condition of Anna Nicle,
My stamina holds,to no others flow,
My mind goes to where no other goes,
And yall Ho's,
Get damaged by tha 4,
Mind explode off what the 9 Hammer throw,
Steel to Skull,
Mind Damaged yo,
Steel to hearts,
Still's hearts,
Peel from spark will make your Mind go dark,
Yall talkin about the beamers and the cash,
STOP
But come around here and flash the watch,
They'll be scrapin your brain off ya dash into a ZipLock,
Keep it Zipped Locked,
MOB...Yeah you knwo it,
And the weed,Yeah we grow it,
And the Fee's..yeah we owe it,
This rap game loose?..Yeah we sowed it,
Yall still hate the King
But it seems every queen wanna date the fien,
I Skate real clean,
Never notice ice missin,
More heat then kitchen,
Just listen to game
Bring 6 feet to snitchin,
Pushin up daiZIEZ,
Yall want cahs but to lazy,
To hustle,And wet up the cotton like babies,
Coc is money,
Na i aint crazy,
GRINDIN,
In the Eclypse,
Yall still runnin the lip,
Til they hook you up to machines and Vet's
