Freestyle (Track 5)

(*talking*) The hardest nigga out here, better quit fucking with me (better quit fucking with me), I keep wrecking these c.d.'s You better quit fucking with me, (better quit fucking with me nigga) Killa nigga that's right, run it let's do this shit Rayface [Kyleon] You can catch me, Dickie suited and Chuck'ed up I ain't rocking no pink, you got Kyleon fucked up Badge on my chest, Killa looking like the cops While you niggas dressed in pink, looking like the bops My chain ring and bracelet, looking like the watch That mean, everything I sport's iced out The realest rapper, from the twan to the head You disagree, you finna see me put a gun to your head Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed And my killers don't talk, take a look at Rayface They're 'noid, when he put this AK in they face Or get the .45, from Dre Day in they face Come up in your house, but not to parlay in they place And, Kyleon is a hit flow spitter My raps conceded, you can't fuck with this flow nigga Just face it, you stuck with this flow nigga Your lil' kids, need to look up to this flow nigga If you had sense, you'd hook up with this flow nigga But you scared, I shook up with this flow nigga Keep look at Kyleon, still the dude to watch Cause me and Slim the best combo, since shoes and socks I guess that's the reason, why these dudes are hot Cause I keep killing these flows, and these dudes are not (*talking*) That's a damn shame, you're not fucking with me man Your slugs, are not fucking with me man (uh-uh man they not) I'm too fucking consistent, you are not fucking with me man Killa [PJ] PJ bitch, bout to get right to it Yella gon mix it, Rayface gon screw it I'ma tell you this, and I'ma tell you one time Get out of line, and lose your motherfucking mind No I don't mean, going crazy Talking bout, leaving your damn brain on the pavement Ride with Kyleon, and we strapped up and heated Show me a town, going down and I'll bleed it Niggas can't see me, my flow too sick You don't like my shit, you could suck two dicks Everywhere I go, people notice my face A nine millimeter, what I tote on my waist If you can't stand the heat, then move around You ain't heard yet, them damn Boyz N Blue in town It's going down from the winter, on into the summer Trying to throw the Davin rims, on a candy blue Hummer Hoes wanna fuck, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Hoes wanna fuck, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Hoes wanna fuck, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Big laptops, when I crawl like a stunner Bass so hard, truck sound like thunder Coming down tight, smelling like cologne Make a bitch seat dick, when I pull up on chrome PJ hoe, I ain't playing with you boys My click rolling thick, in them candy blue toys what (*talking*) Rap hustling motherfucker, PJ Boss Hogg Outlawz, dream team you know I'm saying You boys ain't fucking with it, wave your white flags [Sir Daily] It's Sir Daily back do'ing, PJ and Kyleon Sliding on chrome, wrecking microphones Dusk to dawn we get it, you name it we did it Fuck showing love, we in it for digits We gon break the microphone, everytime we spit Gon pull up on chrome, everytime we spit Iced out to the max, shining hard as the sun Them Boss Hogg Outlawz, be the rawest to come Out the Tex, and get checks to wreck On the scene mugging mean, toting techs for plex Wreck the deck, everytime the c.d. in I got chrome on everything, you see me in ha (*talking*) Daily baby, feel that All Flows 3 nigga (you know the veteran rookie I'm in the sto's right now, check me out Spit some game right quick)