Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | L. Mitchell

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| L. Mitchell |

| 4. A Tru Don |

:: L. Mitchell ::

I don't give a damn who you bleep on ya chirp--

you'll be sleep in the dirt

and I eat emcees for desert--

life's a bitch but the Grim reeper is worst--

I smoke reefer it works

plus my piece looks sweet in a skirt--

My girl head on my chest, let her weep on my shirt--

I'm waiting for one you to give me a reason to curse--

every season it hurts when momma reach in her purse--

I'mma speak... until I leave in a hearse--

than hit the beach for a weekend to flirt--

can't wait to plant a seed.....

it'll give me, another reason to work--

at birth, i'mma read it a verse--

one take i don't need to rehearse

with this conceit i was cursed--

as you can see i'mma jerk.

a whole diffrent breed in the works--

ill, and all real

and you need it the worse--

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I don’t act hard

Tho’ it ain’t hard to act

I’mma still be a hard act to bacc

It’s not an act, ya’ll

I don’t play tough, it ain’t made up

It’s in my make-up,

I’m hard like a stacc wall

.....

That raw,

To where I don’t have to ask ya’ll

If I’m that raw,

I’m better with weapons......

Being soft is not in my blood,

My Genetics won’t accept it

You don’t gotta love it…

But you better respect it!!

......

I get H. I. G. H. like S.P.

the T.E.C.H., lay somebody down di-rectly

I'll throw you on the grill like fresh meat

until I R.E.S.T. you'll all re-spect me.

My trigga finger is like E.T's on the gat

convertible Z-4 with T.V's in the bacc

I'm the future* I find it E-Z to rap

while ya'll the past, like if I add, E.D. on the bacc

I'm ready to kill

Cherry grill Chevy Deville

heading to Beverly Hills to sell Extacy Pills

weapon is steel F.Y.I. I'm letting it peel

and when I flow, my audience be catching the chills

bagged a shorty and I'm betting she nasty

got a definite fatty,

that's real smooth like a peppermint patty

what looks like pounds,

in front of Crowns get me money

you don't get a pound,

you get clowned if you funny

give me the 4 pound,

or keep these clowns away from me

before I earth slam

this clown, on the ground, when it's muddy

yeah.. it get ugly... don't get outta ya place

I'mma scholor,

but I'll merk you! with a smile on my face, AAyye!

.....

I don’t act hard

Tho’ it ain’t hard to act

I’mma still be a hard act to bacc

It’s not an act, ya’ll

I don’t play tough, it ain’t made up

It’s in my make-up,

I’m hard like a stacc wall

.....

That raw,

To where I don’t have to ask ya’ll

If I’m that raw,

I’m better with weapons......

Being soft is not in my blood,

My Genetics won’t accept it

You don’t gotta love it…

But you better respect it!!

......

It's getting clearer that you need help

speed limit, weed, liquor

all in ya rear mirror with ya seat belt

lines keep curving so ya car keep swerving

papers no good.. and ya car need service

cops right behind and you al-ready nervous

cuz you know they gonna make up some laws you never heard of

gun in ya lap; glad you ain't take that clip

Cuz if you going where i'm going you would take that risk

10 minutes from home; trying to be a hood soilder

start a job tommorrow; but not if you pulled over

if you run they will chase

plus they running the plates

you open the glove box and put the gun in the safe

you hear the sirens and ya lucc going down

you juss gained consienceness,

laying in cuffs on the ground

but they can only try to take ya soul

.2 over the limit; and the weed violates patrol

you don't have a Cochran to call

every cop in ya car, yelling propable cause

add a gun to the charge.. now you getting printed

plus it had a body; now you gon' get it...

counting ya money out... now they wanna spend it

slam ya head on ya tail-light, now you gotta ticcet...

you in jail... ya best friend screwing ya wife

a celebration for your new job, ruined ya life...

So while I'm laying bacc in a 'Bach

wave-cap and a strap...

don't ask me why i act how i act....

cuz....

.....

I don’t act hard

Tho’ it ain’t hard to act

I’mma still be a hard act to bacc

It’s not an act, ya’ll

I don’t play tough, it ain’t made up

It’s in my make-up,

I’m hard like a stacc wall

.....

That raw,

To where I don’t have to ask ya’ll

If I’m that raw,

I’m better with weapons......

Being soft is not in my blood,

My Genetics won’t accept it

You don’t gotta love it…

But you better respect it!!

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