- Feb 9, 2003
- 10,791
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Bullets lift you up like you poppin on a wheel!
Sig goes so hard
I swear son is like a boulder on a hill, once he gets rollin
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels (ill)
Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Shooters on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya n_ in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't jerk
Catch you on my set get merked
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gap tooth smirk
$!*$@!# on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Isht like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't here
How ya'll n_'s can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump faking
Till you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, 'itch I'm sick
Eat that *%@ like Dahmar
Sig. heat that *%@ like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
like, "Ufck the world", thats my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like alzheimer's
F'n with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat moving pigeons in the coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like Carruth
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor n_, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you n_'s lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall can-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, n_ yes I
Oh yeah and Red killed it too
Sig goes so hard
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels (ill)
Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Shooters on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya n_ in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't jerk
Catch you on my set get merked
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gap tooth smirk
$!*$@!# on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Isht like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't here
How ya'll n_'s can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump faking
Till you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, 'itch I'm sick
Eat that *%@ like Dahmar
Sig. heat that *%@ like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
like, "Ufck the world", thats my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like alzheimer's
F'n with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat moving pigeons in the coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like Carruth
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor n_, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you n_'s lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall can-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, n_ yes I
Oh yeah and Red killed it too
