new shit, kinda rough .. recorded it hella tired
Lyrics
verse 1-
give it up for the invincible it's 209's finest
serve em a taste of unfadeable rhymin handlin business and dirt, in nothin but silence-
ridin, hella low pro blowin on dro smoke high so everything slow mo
ain't lovin no ho tryin 2 get more dough po-po thinkin they'll catch me but oh no-
hold up slow up, nigga don't roll up til i'm holdin my cup of the erk N jerk N da soda
post up showin them scrapas no love ain't givin a fuck based on da fact that i'm tore up,-
ain't never gonna fold ain't never gonna let em break me i'm loc'd N crazy
dat cali cest be da best N i rest in depths of Tracy smokin daily,-
man can no one fade me you niggas are little immature babies actin like ladies
keep talkin that shit N i'll be scrappin daily have your mom N da back of a black mercedes,-
you think its a game you think we some suckas playin wanna toy wit us?
you better be holdin a royal flush, cause this shit is gettin me boiled up,-
what they takin me for?, i ain't no fuckin mr. rodgers
gather around wit a story 2 tell shit i'm focused on mail and sendin them foes 2 hell-
then im shakin da spot cause i aint friendly wit cops, erasin every litte trace of evidence
they never gonna see da face of this mexican cause i relocatin back 2 my place of residence-
labeled a veteran, gimme a chance at da champion i'll smash em and make em irrelevant
just 4 da hell of it droppin some bomb on my scale diplayin da weight of an elephant-
its evident these snitches be talkin more than david letterman tweakin on cris,,
hittin that glass pipe on da floor wit a flash light hopin 2 find little pieces of it-
man it's pathetic cause shits gettin hectic you needin attention especially medical
put da smith N wesson 2 da temple N let it go let ur encounter wit a eNe be un-forgettable-
forget a hoe TRYna get on my nuts, im just HIGH hittin the blunt,
killin TIME flippin it up spendin da rest of my LIFE livin it up-
and never really been givin a fuck just gave a FuCk if i made a BuCk
won't drop a dime but i'll drop a 5 on a dub enhale exhale N taste da bud-
ain't spendin no dollars on bammer, im a RoPaSmOkA that bright N green
livin violently, movin silently the last of a dying breed-
hookx2-
i keep it Real wit it, smokin Kill wit it,
even when i Feel lit it aint enough i Still hit it,
and every mornin when i get up i roll up a blunt
i kno im high but im tryna get stuck.
verse 2-
now gimme 5 or 6 swishers ima flip those perfect
lightin up the room wit a potent smell the very second i burned it-
hate it when da connect is out of service, gotta settle for secondary herbs
i sit on da curb in da front of my house, smokin a stogie 2 calm my nerves-
light up a menthol 2 cope wit hard times, cause its hectic livin in da 2-0-9
mothafuckin cops always up on da watch on da other side of ya telephone line-
thinkin if they tap me, they gonna catch me, 5-0 gonna have 2 blast me,
they can search me, they can pat me but they'll never find da answer 2 what they ask me-
i'm takin da 5th amendment, the day i snitch a cripple'll back flip
every bum on da street'll be stuntastic and tweakers'll sleep instead of hittin that glass dick-
but it aint gonna happen im mindin my own, steadily rappin N writin a song,
gettin it crackin inside of my home quickly flippin da wrap N then tryna get blown-
got me creepin creepin thru the dark, it's da season 2 pull ya card
for da faggot that be playin the gangsta part, inside that rib cage ain't no heart-
never fucked wit a sucka never loved a hoe my levels incredible N untouchable
tried 2 put you up on game but u just don't know, bangin on foes and collectin notes-
plus slangin pimpin N ridin N sidin N havin da back of da foos u grew up with
contenders end up in crutches, my eNe's ain't nothin 2 fuck wit-
livin it rugged N raw say fuck em all, i ain't the nigga 2 go 2 for hand outs
homie im part of da struggle just tryna bubble shit i'm hustlin 4 my DaMn SeLf,-
if u wanna get down with me
