Hardest Pit

(*talking*) Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn And it go down for real, niggas can't see me Know I'm talking bout, I'm ean that [Big Pokey] Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin I'm to the point of mind bogglin, keep it throbbin If you swing I'm bobbin, even if I'm dobbed out mobbin On the dope corner, in my Jordans Niggas is starvin, they need to get they game sharpened Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking Steady sparking, pounds of killa Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala I load eighteen wheelers, full of yayo Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail Plus you know, that a young nigga tilt the scale A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator [Hook - 2x] The haaaardest, the hardest (rule number one, always keep it reala) (number two on my chest, a untamed guerilla) Keeping it reala, the realest (cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla) (take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter) [Big Pokey] I'm a thuggish nigga, on drank I'm sluggish Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage Keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot Dome shot connector, red dot reflector Fifty pound dissector, when I'm buying from Hector Calls collector, plus a snitch detector I.Q. like leopard, dope game perfecter Mobstyle protector, sky street infector I'm a platinum editor, CEO director Chin checker, just a certified wrecker Sweeping up sets, like a Black & Decker I got Texas ways, it's simply cause I'm Texas raised And handle all animosity, with techs and K's Split toupees, I stain the brain Everything gon remain the same, what's my name [Hook] [Big Pokey] Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues Leave no clues, cause niggas is fools Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise It's nothing nice, if it ain't your time Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down I stay on top of mine, my game And stains niggas brains, like migraine It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame (what if you off the chain), then you best to hide mayne Spit verses for change, and bring the pain Rap game John Wayne, (that's a god damn shame) Infrared for aim, when I rain This a nigga you can't contain, uncut cocaine, I'm raw [Hook - 4x]