Spit

You know we got it sewn for now cos I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunts backwards nigga try that Expose these hi-hats to my raps When my gat blow it's more than just about rap Strong hand the Giant and his fam, I doubt that Gon' make cats flip with or without rap But still make hits and shit where your mouth at? How's that? Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack I'm straight up motherfuckers y'all cats is out the back I must confess I smoke bless Blessed to make the loot, investing my troops And hold the rest, known for chess In the rest, home alone with some dame Name the weed Sharon cause I'm stoned I rock the five the dire, next stop is the money train See me in the Range then you know that the money came Wanna be blown retarded, I got a Jones for dollars And if you know what I know you'll say hoes hit the hardest Roll with known robbers but still burn scholars With PhDs, my degrees is 360 Merc'ed off in the zero that follows the fifty I believe I can fly even higher than these trees get me I brought the Desert E's with me With more clips than a bag of roaches I'm mad explosive Keep watching, y'all foul like judges in boxing Out fox 'em you better hold your head it's not an option Excel on the spot you're shell shocked I shall rock At first it was catch and kiss now hoes catch a dick Like 62 grams I flip quick a brick couldn't slow me down Cause only I hold me down Now these hoes change faces they wanna stroke me now Cause they know it's me but next move it's G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T A-yo in God's name I grab mics and create flames And blaze shit leave 'em in amazement with basics Face it, I'm the dopest in here Checking for the second baddest bitch Cause the first is who I came with I peeped 'em fiending, to Roc Raida, play it again We got 'em leaning, like some D that's rated a ten You sport the ice and rock the Rolie I done that But here's a jewel a nigga once told me Run that! It's real feeling steel on your back Listen closely now I tote gats for shit like that On the rise to the top, they wanna take what we got But Allah is the master planner so let's plot Nigga front like my shit ain't hot, I go bananas Similar to Scanners on some unidentified shit So peep the livest, don't sleep cause I don't like surprises The Bronx got more stripes than tigers