Lyrical Exercise

[Hook] This a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [Verse 1] I'mma flip white on the block till I get life in the box Or till I get ice from a shot But till then, it's chill gems, ice in the watch And yes nigga, we the best nigga, like it or not Cause ya'll be writin' dead weight like you got a red cape When the 8 blast, ya fake ass be scared straight I'll rush on ya set, then cut you to death Get it right, knife stuck in ya neck Man you got two options cut me a check Or stuck on the vest before you get bucked in the chest I squeeze till nothin' is left You'll get banged in the head with revolvers like russian roulette Ya'll doin' a lot of talkin', I'm tired of talkin' Ya bout to hear tires screeching and iron sparkin When the heater pop, look who totin' a sig And it'll open ya lid like a sneaker box If I creep you ock, I'mma spray ya way In all black, like agent jay look this pay me day I need that, get ya spleen clapped I'll make you bleed where you breathe at [Hook] [Verse 2] My name is V-I to the R-U-S In a new S, Glock and a new vest And a tre pound bout to lay down A new set, cooperate Or I'm poppn 8 leave his crew wet Shit I'mma true vet, you don't want trouble see Cuz ma name got buzz like a bumble bee I hustle see, pounds of the white lady Institution flow, everything I write crazy I like gravy nigga, so I'm seein checks My dough mean, I grow green like chia pets See the rest say my name out they fuckin' lips Like I ain't word in the streets, like I ain't fuckn cyss These fuckin' pricks gonna learn to respect me Or the burner leave em burned where your chest be Burned in a nestlee, green herbal, nigga my green purple When I zone, that chrome with the beam murk you You need a O, see me, I get em cheap My fiends be missin' teeth like ODB But see this ain't bite, this a O-Z from C-Y Smoke it and C-Y you might O-D, you see I'm survivin' in the jungle, spittin shottas So a nigga gettin' bodied ain't suprisin' in the jungle But, I'mma dam rida, I'm bout a dam dolla You need somethin' to smoke, give me a dam holla That tan product got it poppin' for the ? Smoke so good have the fiends knockin at the door Cockin' back the 4, pop out noise I play the block but watch out for the hop out boys Shit, 5-0 drive by slow, the sig pomet Can't fuck wit pigs, somethin' like islamics All I know is schemin' for cash, heaters and mags All dat shit I learned, they ain't teach in a class It started from wit an ounce in a house I was runnin shop, make sure they had it in And make sure they come an' cop I'm wanted ock, fight guys wild When I'm the one with the gun with the cyclops eye Bet somethin' ock, if you bet nothin' pop Beef like sex, be strapped and catch somethin' hot I'm that wise, that's why I wear the mag F-Y-I, I'm too deep to get compared to Cass [Hook] [Verse 3] If you owe me, don't come wit half my cheese Cuz this 3-5-7 be the mag I squeeze For the chips I got chicks to come bag ma weed No joke I smoke till I look half Chinese, nigga And ma eyes is about to shut, bent off a dub of haze And a choclate dutch I'll pop ya guts, leave ya bent ova bleedin' I'mma boss, the dogs that I sent over squeezin' I can get ya house clapped up, get ya spouse snatched up So pop, fly and get ya, mouth smacked up Act tuff in my pants where I'm tuckin the torches Still big, kill kids like fuckin' abortions Ock, I'm on the block servin' that wet fever O you smoke? One toke, we makin' 'em catch seizures Old heads know I'm the truth, they bet visa's I'm gettn bread, fuck chicken heads, I sex divas And my camp seated I got an extra extra large magazine, but ya can't read it [Hook]