lyrical miracle
There's no need to worry, I always keeps it gully
My guns speakin for me.. they leave you bloody
And when the doctors helpin a men that got shot
I'm sneakin n stealin drugs out the medicine box
Besides BIG's song, what you know about beef?
What you know about me in the cut tokin this peice
Blowin the heat - you broke the code of the streets
when you spoke to the D's and told the police
You know what it is though, I'm foldin my cream
Cause I'm holdin and sold some coke to your neice
When I pull out the chrome I leave you with...
broken knees, nosebleed and ya dome on ya seat
I'm just smokin my weed and zone with my peeps
Spittin these verses, give you the doses you need
When techs is blastin its a statement: stop snitchin
Your the reason feds harassin and the cops friskin
The motherfucking rock sniffin kid.. I snot tissues
Yeah I got issues, that's probably why I pop pistols
I'm the one standin behind the smokin barrels
You know what time it is, I blow them hammers whut?