Listening to a little Jigga
It’s about that time
To kick a sick ass rhyme
Like I got the flu
Ahhh-CHOO!
God bless me
And fuck you!
I know that was rude
No ruder than that Bush dude
However though
It’s Psycho-Love, yo!
One hell of a guy!
I don’t cry, I don’t lie
And I refuse to die
And if somebody ever got close enough to pull the trigger
best believe I’m gonna snuff the nigga
And put his lights out before mine go out
You don’t even know what I’m about
Unpredictable
Like one big riddle
I’m a mystery
You don’t even know your history
You jerks never even heard of Kool Herc
or Top Cat
Do you even know who’s Tracey’s kid is?
No wonder Dash be on some shit
It’s enough to make an O.G. wanna flip
All y’all know is Futura and Cope
You fucking dopes
That’s why your name could never go on the map
When was the last time you scrapped?
You buy your fat caps
I’m an outlaw by nature not relation
I have no patience for fake ones
Get a grip before you slip
Never been a Blood or a Crip
I’m my own man
a posse by my damm self
But I have love for all my dudes in my crews
Tc5-IBM-Fc
Doc, West, Poke, Doze,Seen and Dash too
Can’t forget Sye, Oas, Doves and Gets
True school
The definition of cool
You know how we do
Posted on October 28, 2007 at 03:11 PM | Comment (8 comments)
