The Zone

[Verse One: King.dom] I get mad ducks, two at a time, they add fuck Make 'em split the pole cause I be givin' them hoes bad luck Not a dime, robbin' you blind And make your mufuckin' property mine I mean all of it Cut your phone line, no mo' niggas is callin' it Back of the church, ?? flash with mad ?? Got a nice system, get jacked while you installin' it Don't fight fare, I stab niggas I'm brawlin' with Dames sustain, get a plate, not pausin' it Layin' the block coughin', sayin' the wrong shit to her ?? balls swallower you gave her a long kiss And I came with a four fifth of a hater that's on this When I aim it, it won't miss Like my nut when it spray in the face of your sis She came for 'dro I laced with base and powder Now her face sliding 'cross home plate Why you chicks tryin' to monkey around with grown apes? You the chump I'm the champ quit jumpin' my style You move vials while you movin' bowels Eeeeck Nothin' but gruntin', shittin' and movin' around In 2000 I had a new style for the 0-8 The future's future and the future is now Hear the flow yo, a few of you should've drown You fags, why you rockin' a tutu? Get a gown Upgrade like droppin' a deuce deuce, get a pound .45, he was rockin' a deuce deuce 'fore he died Steady drinkin', I'm rockin' a deuce deuce 45 Gettin' bent like the hammer you bought You a fag, you soft And your bitch is soundin' like a man when she talk You stalkin' bitches that I block from my phone and steal my boxers So they can smell my cock when I'm gone You man to man with the D Your hustle game is really not in the zone [Verse Two: Copywrite] I don't even like rap I came to get a dime bag from the engineer And he said he'd be right back, so fuck it, where's the mic at? A con artist that bomb hardest as Saddam in his prime Bin Ladin and Optimus Prime, only ?? I'm as hot as it gets and I'm proud of my sweat, I'mma shine Shoutin' my set till the time they're countin' my debt for my pine My mom's payin' it off cause she's countin' the checks from my rhymes Reminiscing how I couldn't scratch a cent when I was alive I slap dimes asses harshly when they get out of line And cram bags full of parsley when I run out of dimes You're out of time, out of sight and out of mind Rewinding my album's lines, tryin' to pick out ?? I don't hit the studio to waste my time Nah, I'm a klepto in a Rolex store, I take my time Take yours and take what's mine while I'm in the line Spit it violent as a lion while you silent as a mime [Verse Three:Meta4ce Omega] I'm in this bitch back, sippin that 'yak These bad bitches on my lap, tryin' to get at my cash I can't give it bitch listen Not givin' a stack to dance women I make a livin' off of givin' that ass for cash dividends, no I be killin' it, she's feelin' me, she's feelin' it No she ain't concealin' it, consider who you dealin' with, oh Yo, you know she's somethin; like a dime I'm a pimp and that hoe's fuckin' mine, yes I'm Better with gettin' cheddar, I'm 'mo clever than you Lil' dude, I ain't cocky I'm just better than you It's true, I'm just tryin' to stick dick to your girlfriend Drink till I'm hurl, get rich 'fore the world ends Nah, alcohol problem, I ain't got one Cause it's only a problem when I got none So kill that bullshit that you hollerin' Fake shit comin' out your lips: collagen