King Zen
06-30-2011, 12:06 PM
Fuck any nigga in NY and down in the A
Any pussy in Virgina any where the music play
I take aim accurately the bullets don't stray...
When they woke up they never thought it was they last day
Midwest rules...question that n you got problems..
I put a hole in his chest n he thought I wanted to rob him
Niggaz ain't got shit..skills nor talent...
Ya souls been found wanting and weighin in the balance
Back when DizzyZone was hot I melt netcees...
Had the whole board buggin out waiting on my next key
My best free ain't been thought it's Fin fault...
4 not uppin the skills to make me really wanna go off...
I stay on it like back up generators...
A true pimp and yall niggaz is playhaters...
Daddy mackin, back stabin crabs with a twist
Front like you hard but yeah you a bitch...
Still suckin Momma's tits nigga get outta her crib...
Fuck with me you gone die but you ain't ready 2 live....
I travel the globe...spit raw shit in every state...
Threw up the Wescyde and now I'm back in the A
Where these niggaz still struggling with they civil rights
Uncle Toms you know the constantly appealing types
All hype..all drama never swing or shoot
Probably melting away cause I'm tellin the truth
Real G's don't talk...I spent a lifetime seeing it...
Living it...like several lifetimes being it...
Gotta give up cause everybody ups they game
If you wanna win so I go and spit flames...
On mics in the basement..on digital tracks...
Fuck you copycats the original's back...
Takin no prisoners...blind all listeners...
Til you only hear the sound of me fucking ya sisters
While she orgasm til the sound of my new shit
And you swear you didn't believe I told ya I would do this
So get mad, get bad...I want you to show heart
I told you this is war and you bitches got no Art...
Any pussy in Virgina any where the music play
I take aim accurately the bullets don't stray...
When they woke up they never thought it was they last day
Midwest rules...question that n you got problems..
I put a hole in his chest n he thought I wanted to rob him
Niggaz ain't got shit..skills nor talent...
Ya souls been found wanting and weighin in the balance
Back when DizzyZone was hot I melt netcees...
Had the whole board buggin out waiting on my next key
My best free ain't been thought it's Fin fault...
4 not uppin the skills to make me really wanna go off...
I stay on it like back up generators...
A true pimp and yall niggaz is playhaters...
Daddy mackin, back stabin crabs with a twist
Front like you hard but yeah you a bitch...
Still suckin Momma's tits nigga get outta her crib...
Fuck with me you gone die but you ain't ready 2 live....
I travel the globe...spit raw shit in every state...
Threw up the Wescyde and now I'm back in the A
Where these niggaz still struggling with they civil rights
Uncle Toms you know the constantly appealing types
All hype..all drama never swing or shoot
Probably melting away cause I'm tellin the truth
Real G's don't talk...I spent a lifetime seeing it...
Living it...like several lifetimes being it...
Gotta give up cause everybody ups they game
If you wanna win so I go and spit flames...
On mics in the basement..on digital tracks...
Fuck you copycats the original's back...
Takin no prisoners...blind all listeners...
Til you only hear the sound of me fucking ya sisters
While she orgasm til the sound of my new shit
And you swear you didn't believe I told ya I would do this
So get mad, get bad...I want you to show heart
I told you this is war and you bitches got no Art...