too smooth, pay my dues and can't lose I'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise And my main man, D Wade, still gets paid And in the off-season we
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much, the doc asked where my lung at I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
the dinner was candle lit Ain't no steaks for these frontin' fakes [Grand Puba:] Ay third verse final chapter Mad three smoke I'm after But there's still one main
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like them training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow,
ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lai smoke the boom Feel
don't stop so get get Spit it fa critics ma digits opposite of midgets Whos ya main man ta flow I never went hollywood I changed ma flow In took ya places
niggas to hold your sons this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun never say I?m better than
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain
A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow
major twist Came With a bit of game Met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep The evil symptoms So you'll know When sexual activity happens And tears start to flow
the proto subspace Nobody could hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape And co-create rap, cold callous chronic chemical imbalance Smokin
my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in trainin bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow
atomic energy drinks The second I laid eyes on the mic is when the wall broke And when the smoke cleared it revealed miles of war smoke You fraud, you
cause I'm a stand up ni**a Check! I be on the block with it Tray pound blocking it Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish! Got ya main b***
on us, we'll be splittin your wig Now my freedom is to me my main asset So I'ma keep it 100, and give like I get Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that
Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me? check it out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so