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[Verse 1: Blast Holiday] Call me Jean-Claude, daddy got the heart of a lion Or the ? son but my name ain't Zion And Lauryn Hill ain't my mom, she just sung to me rhyming Up early in the morning, getting dressed for grinding Like nothing really matters, everything is everything Sweetest thing I ever know, where the snowy weather be I'm advanced like NASA, representing liberty Looking like the statue, really missing 'Bitomy Really wishing Will was free, really wishing Pillz was free I possess skills worth mils that I get for free Too obsessed with deals on battlefields done on the street I been through with the bitch, she just hung on to me You could cut a zip in nicks and dump it all in half a week And re-up happily, what up ASAPery Put me on the mic with a beat, I'mma fracture it Went solo out the group and still blew like Jacka did This is not a accident, Lyrically the Blasta is Truth like sermons on Sunday that the pastor said Too damn nervous that I'm getting watched by the feds Cause the last murders got my mans in a cell bed Slammed getting cell-fed and he might not make it home Hold your head up high Lil Spice cause you're not alone Star grippers what we call this song Cause I be lost in the cosmos every night that he call my phone [Verse 2: L'z] Ay, I show you how the cold get U-Bitches, they done all turned cold pimps Other niggas loose-lips, yup turned cold snitch Where would I be in life without Thai and Black Rich? Whoever fathomed this? Nuge in abandonment Got the whole hood wounded like we need bandages Once a frozen heart man, and now I shatter his I remember Morph, spitting at the old park Me and D out the way, niggas slide in go-karts Work been bad again, gotta slide old cards And now he locked again, ask me overcharged Ask me, probly tell your ass I'm in Mars Probly round the corner n shit, something that'll eat your car Torture time, turn it up, hang em like the clothesline Me and Blast bangered up, like play with us Paintball we gon paint it up, with the ? Beating stank raw, crank it up, Ice bitch We came together and got tight like vice grips Only one request, please leak Spice this Kiss the syrup bitch, just for a price fix White light snitch, lying from the ice picks where white's pitched Night licks, bitches fake like white chicks Couple dollars for my mans to fill up, priceless I know how it is when your bitch on some Mike shit Like me and Gus up late tryna slice crips Know how the movement get, start this shit Like I'm Huey P. Newton bitch, at ? Real nig heard you rooting this Life's a chess game, play it back and play the proof in this Late night got the bitch like it's a roof' in this [Verse 3: Blast Holiday] Big respect to kings on them chessboards sending they pawns out I can see why you stressed for, staying in mom's house Past the age limit, your bedroom you're renting You'd be better off in Quentin with a job in the watch-house Or PIA, I got a Beyonce That keep a 30 plus say with a snub, not long mouth Now she might say that she can't stand P But can't pass up a day without singing my songs out This is feel-hood music for federal cases Lil brothas with trigger-locks and out of town plates and Serial scratched off and clips that hold more than ten Banga Boy T got off the 16 What you know about promethazine? Whole 16s That could murk you in your sleep like it did Pimp C Gotta work for what you want, ain't nothing for free Cause if you front a nigga one, he gotta give back three Look like we breaking down a plum picked right off a tree Only rock with Cold Guns, ASAP on the sleeve Youngin' rockin whole drums, never falling off beat (bam bam bam) Hennessey and Hypnotiq naughty, watch it turn green Like Bruce Banner throwing tempers, that's the hope you seeing Bright light on the mic, that's them roaches fleeing Coupe supersport of course, only European It's leaving smoke like Newports, you hear them tires screaming? Knocking loud on my porch, that's the buyers fiending DVD on 50 inches got The Wire playing Iceman, Bobby Drake, that's the dragon slayer Now who know any residence where dragons staying? It's blood on my shirt, that's the dragons mayne You could see I ain't hurt, that's the dragon stain Lil Coon in the wagon, attacking the lane Pushing the same damn product that killed Rick James While I'm blowing lalalala, lungs is praying And if rap need a doctor I'm operating In interrogation rooms not cooperating Plies rated real, Blast got no weight then Who remember days like Boosie Bad Azz When ? sold weight, no scale and half-assed It really didn't matter cause the money came that fast On Dana at the Carter, running from dispatch Morph was in the building speaking to mismatch May give me a million so he coulda spent that I had a little skill that came with getback Or get clapped, Gunna life; Remy got me feeling cool Same block, Ice City, crack album jewels No Hider No Liar volume one and two Made a ten minute song with L'z and Drew Rob Benz did a classic compared to Snoop When he was with Death Row and dropped Gin and Juice All hood music... Blast Holiday The Most