came back, tried spittin extra hard... feedback especially appreciated on this one
I always stay high, Its never been a while since Iv smoked a dutch
Im a pitbull, I just choke the mutts, leave them broke and such
leave their throats with cuts, I approach with guts, yea, I got mettle
When you see me roll up in your hood, your stomach will not settle
The way I disturb ya peace is ludicrous, what I’m doing, few done this
Ya crew, guns hit, and when it comes to spittin I’m shrewd with wit
I hop on the mic with brilliant strategy, you come with a dumber plan
I got a hundred guns, and none are gunna jam, I’m the Son of Sam
Beating out emcees, inside of Summer Jam, lay pipe down like a plumber man
When I say a lot of friends are burnt, I don’t mean that some are tan
Its your favorite pot head, coming through with the gun with the hot lead
Ya friends are saying how you got dead, I’m sellin narcotics like I forgot Feds
If you try to sell on my block, youl get twisted and turned up like a cyclone
when I hop up on stage and grab the mic-phone, that’s when im in my zone
Leave ya minds blown, cause mines grown, as a rapper iv just grown
I leave the rest thrown, and stay with your girl cause she gives the best dome