[in response to another
thread. enjoy.]
yo yo, got this beat to chill m' heart
e'erbody going down the block hard
thinkin they got shit on me
to beat the best
you gotta sleaze the test and show me
you got nothing but heart
and chilled bud, not to fuck it wit the homies
and chew cud
be black
make tracks
show nigga's bosses
bosses who the nigga be
not grow ass and smoke tree
you gotta play the show
smack the hoes
rib the dough
cut the coke
and you still ain't eye level wit me, son
cause yo ass too busy
fuckin wit them homies
why you say you gay, again?
yo yo, got ya pride
got ya bitch
got ya ride
get ya ass to the market
sell them substance
dumb niggas buy dope
dumb crackas crack shows
o'er our heads
to take our pride
our her'tage
our fly colors
and yet, yo yo
stowed and blowed
m' bitch gettin stoned
wit my able dope
cabled stokes
and red fresh J's
slinging from m' feet
I'm sayin, son
to get ya ass fresh bass
fishin in the sea
full of sharks
but you a trout
sinking in the water
beatin down this block
give ya love and catch shit back
love you more and I hear crack,
walk out the door and leave me weepin
want to love you
keep on keepin
yo yo yo
son ain't got nothin on this here
puff puff pass master.
trick, I'm tired you ain't believe me
I'm a bona fide voodoo beat blaster.
yo. peace.