Hate in Yo Blood

(*talking*) Yeah it's gutter nigga, Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze nigga Southwest nigga, Screwed Up Click nigga whoa [Lil' O] This is mean rap, hop out of the Houptie burn a nigga flee the scene rap Chop a nigga head off with, call it guillotine rap Motherfuck you pussy, if you ain't about your green stacks Lil' O's a hustler, what This is for my niggas, with the coedine in the cup And my hustlers in the trap, moving rocks up on the cut Money over bitches nigga, keep your money up Motherfuck a piece of pussy, they bop when they see the truck On 24's, nigga I got plenty hoes If you want a bunch of bitches, nigga get you plenty do' They come with the territory, nigga wanna hear a story Bout how a real nigga named O, came to glory First thing first I got superdrive, dog I'm not your average dude Lil' bro, I'm super live Hopped out the Lac, on 4's like Super Fly Play a nigga like a hoe, I garuntee do or die you got me fucked up See me in the big Benz, getting sucked up By a yellow hair under there, love to swallow nut If I shoot or miss, then I'm gonna follow up I got killas on the payroll, don't make me call 'em up It is not a thang, come through popping thangs Dog there's a price on your head, and I drop the change pussy No I'm not a joke, I'm not broke Man I let the thang smoke, I'll leave ya dead like the Pope don't push me nigga [H.A.W.K.] Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' That was the countdown, to some monstrous flow You already know, I got monstrous do' And the ice that I rock, got a monstrous glow 6-4 weighing, and a 2-84 And I throw a blow, that'll knock 'em all to the flo' Remarkable, not your average dude And I spit shit, that makes parpalegics screwed All H.A.W.K. do, is make strategic moves And the flames that I spit, are so hard to refuse If you confuse, peep the context clues Or was it like Larry Hughes, on my P's and Q's I'm bolt to this screw, with a pair of pliers And most of these rappers, are compulsive liars Claiming they the best, since Hov' retired They need to be comedians, like Richard Pryor Show me the money, like Jerry McGuire And I'll spit a flow, that set the booth on fire You might of seen my posters, stickers and fliers I'm the five-star general, of the Screw empire You the type of nigga, that's under required Cause skills like mine, are really hard to acquire Pouring up a deuce, it'll piece the pie-a You just gotta admit it, the kid's on fire [Big Pokey] These other playas hurt, they be hugging my belly And a nigga tired of eating, peanut butter and jelly I treat mic's like confeddi, clock punching is steady Don't have to rap everyday, cause my Columbians is heavy Go with it I'ma fade it, if the money is heavy Bet the title too line 'em up, Hummers and Cheves I like my money like lettuce nigga, crispy and green Conversation for a bitch, make her piss in her jeans A grown can't be chilling, with no chicken or teen Even if she thick in the jeans, thick in between Already found my queen, and she gave me a princess Soon to be a nigga bride, watch the backside slide Watch the backside glide, when I'm working the three-wheel Sensei Mob boss, M.O.B. real Girl get your hair did, peticure and a refill In the morning, I'ma check up on my nigga and be real For my niggas on lock, Black Magic D.Hill Nonproof, Hard Plack, Erik and P. Real Nigga need three shields, and a vest to put on Go on and stunt, I got a clip that'll shoot for a month Grinding, everything shining in the diamond Tee-tiller, block in the wind like it's a limon Fuck consignment, we ain't giving you shit S.U.C. means suck my dick, motherfucker