I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your
gives a fuck About gettin' some glock and crazy bust If I can find hazels, all it takes is a second Cynical weapon Evil E and I'm kept in the back Where I
up? You want your feet in some concrete? I got some brothers that'll do you for gold teeth But most the time I move, I move alone Take a bat, break your
The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious, I'm infamous. Like a
I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead You want to get off,come on let's rock But have your safety off,and your shit cocked Because when I come
, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back In your
respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I
it's too tough, called your bluff Shot you at such close range, blew out your eardrum Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your back Yo, the nigga
I ain't gon' let them go out like that YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me Once again, I'm back
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna hear something wick-wack? I got
befo' People I used to know, just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low
s Wu-Tang Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got
in Manolo's Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma
, oh And I miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life
the way I do, everything disintegrated what I do, I'mma never never do it wrong then i hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong back murderin
bein hard than havin fun [Busta Rhymes] Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin it there; you got your arsenal, huh? I think I know where you got that from, that