Rain, Pour

[Bomb Official] Yo, I be the boss of the bossman, supplying the team Be the jack of all trades, you can crown me king Put a stop to ya whole regime, when I step on the scene They just love it how a gangsta lean Be my stats, so I wore my hat low, no Fidel Castro And I ain't talking bout my cash flow I got coke out the ass, yo And the mean is green weed, just sprinkle the seeds and watch the grass role Life in the fast lane, I'm into fast dames That like doing something strange for a piece of change Call me propane, cuz I'm known to spit flames And torture nigga, whether from far or close range [Chorus 2X: L.E.O.] Rain, pour, these boys bring thunder Ya'll slow 'caine with hurricane storms this summer Look, we the umbrella you under We the money you re-up, you just a little come up [Mike Millz] I done been around the world, seen a lotta shit Fought alotta niggas, seduced alotta chicks Did all of my jail time, never did I snitch Rep the wall wit gem stars, never got a skitch Off a rep, I warn a nigga, stop the charades Since my high school days, I been popping the gauge Went from jump shots to handling the rock, to get paid Now they wave, cuz I made it from the block to the stage What a feeling, and it used to be me Greeted and treated like a star, for tormenting these beats I walk the streets without a care in the world, that's how I dose it Even the youngings, admire how I thug it Got to love it, I went from rubbers to star studded And on top of all that, I'm well respected by the public I ain't got a blood or crip tear tat in my face To prove that the kid match my great, in this bitch [Chorus 2X] [L.E.O.] Fucked up alot of lives, product I sodomize Coke holla crime, but holla I'm, dollar signs Out of this grind, out of my mind Well, not at the time, I stop at the prime I'll die, know that I try to get chips, know that I ride Don't cry, just try to get rich bitch Fuck a cell block, nigga, I bail hop Gingerbread runaway train, until the rail stop Now, picture me rolling, bitches burning, snitching Roast is the work, cuz now I'm pitching the murders Picture me under the building, gun by the pillar Nothing but killas, drug dealers, young niggas Dag, welcome to puff golla, know what the marks know Talk to the NARC's now, walk through the dark And see scars of stigmata on his rider Know that I was marked by the big father, holla [Chorus 2X]