joe smoke dro n toat basesball bats/ cross get his face socked out his baseball cap/ & lil lo raps wak cracked out of his dome/ & them bitches that u bone nasty skiny all bones/ i'm so on the throne bet rome wont tell ya tha truth/ even ya whole group think i'm better than u/ its me n tha booth spittin it at u like a mac 10/ my spit is so flawless u all collapsin/ i ball u fat bitch i got to smoke/ 2 gunns what a joke indo rock ya boat/ choke, look what u started now n i wont cease/ no wind 2 breathe full belly bully obese/ u dirty u stink tha shit smell is caked in/ u think ya clique got cake nothin like my ends/ the truth in tha house bout 2 knock this hoe out/ & please tell ya spouse 2 put back on her blouse/ / / u out there frontin still think u rappin it harder/ u comin w/ nada (nada)/ homie i'll crush u then bust u fuck u i'm rushin in/ cause such a havok u faggot test me i'll bust again/ i'm out tha clique n could give a shit if u 50 deep/ cause since i left you've diminished & now ya flow is weak/ i slow creep while i roll leaf n dro cheif/ by calm seas under palm trees i'm so g/ ya hearts weak no bite u just barkin bitch/ u sound retarded its hard not 2 b talkin shit/ u sparkin spliffs in tha club drunk u dont give a fuck/ got paid a buck 4 a dick suck when u was slizzad up/ a fuckin punk u not crunk so run ya mouth less/ tha souths pest got u stressin like u on house arrest/ bout 2 let u out rap me no i cant do it naw/ u lost tha truest 2 do it, i'm out ya crew i'm gone/ / /u just a fat slob homie 4 really 4 really/ cant even keep a job so dont act silly u silly/ u never hustle hard so u dont feel me ya feel me/ roll u up just like a philly if u get ill spill ya belly/ / /
all u know about is run mouth, trashed house livin/ cousin cracked out spent his money assed out, bend ya/ wig back, dig that, big stacks in my cash box/ go on flash glocks, trash talk, get ya ass shot/ i'm mad hot don't have 2 get tha glock 2 burn ya/ ya shit'll flop n earn ya not a buck 4 double burners/ i'm out 2 shut this chub down, show em u a thug how?/ go on grub out try 2 run ya breath'll run out/ bet u suck down every pound of that chuck round/ take a seat clown silly faggot u a skeet towel/ expect a beat down like cross is really round right/ what a fuckin joke bet i smoke u get ya sound right/ / / man kross a fag n trick he has man tits/ in tha land of tha mavericks ask em he handled dicks/ young kross was a pansy bitch puttin penis/ in his mouth under bridges 4 some cancer sticks/ n dick ridin better leave it at home/ cause if ya homies find out they gone leave u at home/ u copy me and they watchin u lie/ homie innerlocked 4 drivin drunk, chris a junky coppin dimes/ n rewind this so it gets heard/ i'm ridin dirty u aint servin u dont flip no work yeah/ a 4-5th'll fuckin flip this nerd/ but i'd rather flip this brick n make ya whole cliques worth/ it gets worse every time u diss me again/ n see my lene town friends got me trappin again/ i body faggots u still tappin them men/ til big homie bring a body bag 4 rappin u in/ / / i blow trees, no seeds, so g/ u tha same ole lame u aint really know me/ u aint really been 2 jail as many times as u imply/ tryin 2 live my life u a fake quit lyin/ talkin bout u had bricks u aint really handle shit/ u was movin em 4 dude on g.p., no chips/ hoe bitch, u aint shit bet ya set don't flex/ where u from? safest city in tha metroplex/ now i'm from tha hood where it aint all good/ port city mufucka, yeah i wish ya'll would/ u aint hard cause ya homeboy come from tha streetz/ u was 10 i was robbin mufuckas in tha streetz/ 15 on tha cut, indo was known 4 jackin/ ask about me forest oak, cooper road, whats happenin/ so go n get ya friends in tha suburbs hatin/ i got respect in 50 hoods farmers branch aint nathin/ / / these hatas probly mad cause i left they squad/ n wanna see me in tha box when i see u we squabbin/ i'm a soldier it gets no realer than doja/ on tha block where it stays hot listen i told ya/ port city 2 d-town hatas get beat down/ around brown n thick deep throated i'll b found/ a clown i aint even gotta beef w/ u hoes/ i just do it 2 expose that u bitches n hoes/ now everybody know when its real u feel it/ that real gangsta shit yeah them gangstas feel it/ in the mood some say that i'm cocky n rude/ but i'm just tryin 2 make a move n u aint blockin me dude/ it's indo n big smoke u can see that we ridin/ hittin hard on these hatas bitches know that we grindin/ n ya'll aint never gonna stop my doe/ cause i dont give a fuck no mo/ / /
yo i got money bitch, we can see u aint ballin/ meanwhile i smoke hawaiian yeah, chillin on an island/ my pockets stay fatter than ya waistline homie/ coulda been ya stepdad, ya t-lady wanted 2 bone me/ my life is great now got away from tha fake/ got them crack smokin ice heads up outta my face/ & thats tha company u keep, let em let em stay in ya house/ & let em disrespect everything u say u about/ & still runnin ya mouth like i won't call a bitch out/ & exspose u, u know just what i'm talkin about/ started actin different bro, caught up w/ that stripper hoe/ u aint hustle 4 ya bread u spendin that bitch doe/ till she started 2 show now u gotta get a job/ no more escort money, man life is gettin hard/ oh, u a man now finally cause u workin 4 yours?/ how many times mama had 2 kick u out her front door/ / /i got this, this year tha city is mine/ i done left behind tha fake n hate n back on my grind/ i got a mind 2 put a slug 2 these bitch ass rappers/ i'm a thug in these streets u just bitch ass rappers/ / /
don't think 4 a second i won't answer 2 records/ made against me but this pussy better try hard 2 convince me/ & them haters that b sayin that u better's dick riders/ probably part of ya sqaud they dont want this lit fire/ & what happened 2 ya flow man u used 2 have it down/ turn around i aint there nomore so u aint got a style nomore/ u don't gotta front nomore & u don't have 2 say nomore/ lyin 2 yaself homie u aint gotta hate nomore/ & i aint gotta take nomore & we don't have 2 beef nomore/ tossin n turnin u aint gotta lose no sleep nomore/ admit it u was scared when u heard that i was dissin/ how u sposed 2 move against me i'm a blizzard, u frost bittin/ so while i'm on a money mission they actin funny dissin/ don't even know me, brush em off, u just some phoney bitches/ you got that boney misses, i keep a thick one/ ya thru dun run back n get ya 2 gunns/ / /
since tha 1st time i spit a record, a competitor/ tha game'll never b tha same, study it'll better ya/ my flow b tha medicine, they say i'm better than.../ industry rookie in the streets i'ma veteran/ i'm crazy, hazy, high n still blazin/ fuck u pay me tha flow is so blazin/ i'm bathin in money honey, still find it funny/ not a nother muhfucker got enough game 2 budge me/ i pick em off, sick em all, send em all 2 hell/ hit em all, fill em all, victim of tha shells/ til i catch tha chain again i'm off tha chain again/ complainin men make me sick u lil bitches step aside i came 2 win/ i'm on an ego trip, they say i beat ole bitch/ they heard tha diss n said go head n kross em off tha list/ tha boss in this, who hard as this not u or your artistis/ b smart u aint got enough heart 2 get a part of this/ / /how would i look startin beef 4 no reason at all/ how would i look if these streets were 2 see me fall/ how would i look if i diddnt spill tha truth in mine/ how would i look if i wasn't rappin on tha grind/ how would i look if i let this bitch take me down/ how would i look if i let these haters make me now/ how would i look if i wasn't at tha top of my game/ how would i look if i let em kick dirt on my name/ how would i look / / /i'm glad i was locked up w/out a chance 2 feature/ on that 2 gunns shit, indo, nice 2 meet ya/ u don't know but u heard about me n think u do/ cause u heard intoxication compilation 2/ but u don't know shit about me, i'm a soldier dude/ a 2 time felon, i been homeless 2/ runnin tha streets since 13 w/ thug intentions/ influenced by the hood n a drug addiction/ & an itchin in my veins 4 a name in this game/ been rappin for 10 years now n shit aint changed/ incarcerated tha better half of tha last 6 years/ n everything u been lookin 4 dog, it's right here/ ask t-mac nobody rappin hungry as i/ n not 2 many in tha south that can fuck w/ i/ n all them rhymes that u spittin aint touchin mine/ n i aint tryin 2 b rude i'm just speakin my mind/ / /yeah its true man u made more songs than me/ dont get it wrong cause ya flow still belongs 2 me/ u aint as strong as me, fat ass, u aint a bad ass/ just mad cause ya bitch lookin sad w/ her flat ass/ i'm fulla gridass, fit abs, n a big ass can a whipass 4 ya bitch ass, faggot/ ask about me, joe lay dozens/ gabe castro, fat joes gay cousin/ i'm buzzin buzzin wheres yo cousin cousin/ on that crack pipe shit he cant act right/ i know u hate me think that u made me/ keep playin they gone find a ransome 4 gabe c/ i'm crazy crazy u cant fade me fade me/ i'm indo joe tha show is over ladies ladies/ n gentlemen gentlemen see the pressure is buildin/ n i'ma bet i make it multi fore u reach your first million/ / /
how would i look
tha future Mrs. bullard!!!!!!
they say i got a flow that could stop time make ya rewind/ the track back to the start bump it harder each time/ and each time swear to god i go harder each line/ like sean carter each volume is the top of the line/ had warrents cops got me put a lock on the rhymes/ but i'm out now homie i aint stoppin this time/ and i'm a go head and claim the crown in 4 cities/ dallas, fort worth, bouque, and port city/
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