This big nine will send a hearse where the church is But I´d rather give you verses on verses So here´s a word from the wordsmith
Torn between my gifts and my curses Every stripe weren´t a wish but I earned it So here´s a script from the hurt Fuck that, here´s a script from the worst Skrr the whip when I´m burst One, two, three, door flying off the hinge on the third Nine-five, spit it and burn The booth to ash and put that bitch in an urn Swear that´s a Rollie I seen, hand it over and there won´t be a scene The hammer´s cheap, I bet it won´t be as clean Used to have holes in our jeans Fast-forward couple years, there´s still holes in our jeans The only difference is we go for them jeans Not the type of friend that you should have on speakerphone
I still bang tunes out the hoopty with the speaker blown I beg your pardon, please repeat the tone I´m not the one but I am the one that you should leave alone
Before I touched a microphone, used to sell Michael bones Then I drove the Micra home, I built a little Lyca phone Even though it stunk, used to treat the bando like a home Them little diamonds on your neck akh, they´re micro set I couldn´t even see them likkle stones with a microscope Grown men are bitching and they´re acting like fucking fools
Grown men are acting like bitches that I fucked in school And anytime Milly call akh, it ain´t questions asked Weapon rise, shooting out the ride then it´s questions last You don´t want that shock to your life then leave Milly trust Me and Torres in the room with jewels, that´s a milli plus You don´t buss your gun but my killy does You don´t spill no blood but this flicky does Spent half my life on that five-nine Bricky bus They hate it if Bricky buss Before I froze baguettes in that rose Patek I was on the road to debt and anytime close to death I love that nina but I still prefer that dotty fam
Twenty years on these roads, I´ve never seen no shotty jam And R.I.P. Scotty fam, it´s years I ain´t chat to Pesci But I still love ´em, couple times I had to back the speshy It was Russian but I bought it off a Bangladeshi It was Russian but I bought it off the Bangladeshis
They say they all killers, they must be all kidding And if that´s my size eights, you can´t walk in ´em I got a big hammer, size of a small midget So if them pussies wanna war, I go to war with it Three straps in the house, normal day, family home
Feds come, toys start dropping like Andy´s home I was in the park in the dark like I didn´t have a home Testing out the nine, I told my nigga "You can have a go" Maybe I´m paranoid, I´m plotting with my favourite gun If I´m a monster then they made me one Product of the street, I´m in deep, I had to play the slums Where one wrong move and the game is done He got his brain spun I had the three-eight out, he didn´t run, he´s a brave one Moving the light and the beige one Tryna stay away from the crime scene I love the P though like Bay Young Back where I started, rappers are hardly
Matching me honestly, I´ll get ya slapped in a heartbeat Rapping´s just half me, killing ´em softly I´m with the maddest of chargies, crashing the parties Straps stay at arms reach, mi nah the one you wan´ beef Two shots in the yute´s top, now he can´t breathe Shooters on the rooftop that you can´t see Soon gone, I´ma speed off in a Rari Two-tone on the new watch, that´s what it gon´ be Plantain and a farming and a corned beef Lock that, strap six feet with the bodies And don´t play dumb, this street shit ain´t fun When shots start knocking man´s head like Wray rum Got the shotty from Winton Them bruddas don´t talk no more, they just kill man
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