| 5. A Freakz Frenzy |
steer clear we smell fear in the air
known for throwin peers in da pier
dares u ta care glare blind dudes like deers when they stare
harmin ya hairs its bone thugs no harmony here
charmed when appear never caught palmin a beer left dons in a tear
tape bombs to da squares alarmin arsonal arms in da gear
chanting da swears n da streets im man of the year
insanity nears more than a lil scrapy offering moms to a fair
expecting ta drop ya intelects intercept wrecking ya roster
n streets checkin ya poascher this d day of imposters
i aint respectin a oscar
in god graces and ganglife got me watchin colors like ah born rascist
inform aces buck fifty's torn face's, yall running ya luck like unicorn races
spittin mase's till my tounge tasteless
its the basic's movin like im lost in d matrix
unsportsman like and bening penalize for the late hits
there in a jiff n bake like i mastered ah cake mix
destinguish real from da makeshift in disbelief like im athesis
no escapin this penatrate ya radius forcin pussy's open like ah rapist
countin paces like im on treasure chase's x mark the spot
on darkest blocks making the market hot
holden da belt like my whip game in da parking lot
walkin with the hardest bop smartest plots so guard ya knot
kept glocks by da crotch n dont be fooled by what forrest got
it aint sweet n life damn sure aint no chocolate box........
chourus x2
ah addict aquired habbits 4 cabbage
never panic mattic's 4 static.. i got this damn it
fanatic's for status wheigh chop n bag it
mag spits lettin these cowards have it... i got this damn it
jag whips 1 hand on the wheel as the other grab tits
mag clips bloody villians blast crips.. i got this damn it
grant ya redemption with a sure shank this game ah leave ya score blank
aquire more bank and if i smell u guarenteed i'll leave u on floor
stank grippin tools n scripture prove im outclass 'em like ditching schools
fly from lid 2 shoes im skinny dip like being striped in pools
thug till the end n fiend 4 my bud like they in love with my friend
smell blood in the wind spittin crack like its hard drugs in my flem
tamin beats grabin thrones n claimin seats feel my pain when speak
blame what i eat but dragon breath aint same as flames in my speach
on lanes n streets w/ caine in cleats playin it close like the game in reach
n under covers so deep that janes n freakz is getin slain in sheets
as words evovle following the yellow brick road like i just heard of oz
get out my way cz this man slaughter like a damn murder charge
gifted ta curse let da song hex ya u bore me worse than a long lecture
n u up the wrong tree cz i muzzlin barks like a damn dog catcher
MYERS fixated on fires scribed til i squired the squires
plush atire in choirs w/ earth tones thats gya dire's
wet cha like scubber divers riding drunk like im born ta screw ya drivers
pressure pliars n chicks i dated admire visions to fry ya
da guy hitmen hired its funny how liars try ya til its rivers they cry ya
buyer seller look deep n fuck off is what my eyes ah tell ya
tail ya for cheddar ransom notes i'll mail u ah beautiful letter
n smell young brothers i see they fail to hail the others
salute me til groupys hoot free n even rudy root me im the poopy
never droopy my dogs on duty while cutie's blew me smoochies
drops i drop stop the clocks wit ticks left as i pop shots
n im sicker than hot snot on cocks
bought coke n groves til hoes with crow toes blow they nose
cutos n rose gold that froze lobes til wholes got probed
bloats in robes spittin heat til my throat got hosed
they hope i doze nope dope awoke i glows in icey ropes i pose
closed rodes w/ eagles i hold n eagerly strode on enemys in choke mode
warning im stormin gore spins w/ phillosiphy that ah challenge dorwin's
more than omen's thats forming torment when i finish morphin
mothers scorning while youngin swarming my squadrin informs kin
every hood that im armed in want ah bargin be damn if i let these marks win
talk sin makin thoughts bend foes cost skin punished til they sort friend
boss men let em know im toughter than horse skin....
chourus x2
ah addict aquired habbits 4 cabbage
never panic mattic's 4 static.. i got this damn it
fanatic's for status wheigh chop n bag it
mag spits lettin these cowards have it... i got this damn it
jag whips 1 hand on the wheel as the other grab tits
mag clips bloody villians blast crips.. i got this damn it