im ridin smooth as cadillacs, as a matter fact im badder then that/
slippin like butter, trippin like mothers, or cats catchin them rats/
thatz exactly a fact, nuttin false, like bitchez who be suckin ballz/
and hoes who be fuckin all, and shit starterz who be luvin’ brawls/
im clutchin soft, grippin tight, thats why my Deville be sittin right/
and me alone is an upiftin sight, i hate tha world, so i be gettin high/
we be hittin lye, only tha dro, phillies- me and my homies will roll/
and we spit that real game that just these true O.G.’s will know/
i tell hoes to blow me & roll, so i say get tha fuck out my face/
or else buy some of these trees i lace, im holin down my base/
this my beer, dont touch my case, im drinkin til im passin out/
police show up then im dashin out, hate me and im lashin out/
hit tha casinos and im cashin out, thankin bout bankin as im drankin/
most these dirty hoes be stankin, fo sho i alwayz earn tha top rankin/
like P im tankin, cuz ima stay a soulja rollin stolen til im gettin oldah/
like ice in yo grannys kitchin, i aint meltin, cuz im alwayz gettin coldah/
fuck some folgers, im puffin a blunt, once i wake up, raise stakes up/
and we them tru Gang-staz, im spittin these bars that make ya hate us/
its amazin how ya rate us, top tens cuz me and my homiez got endz/
aint nuttin evah stop-pin, all you bitch ass fake Gz we keep drop-pin/
i wanna pop friendz who aiint really ya dogz, livin like fake bitchez/
jeaolous cuz i make richez, and cuz all my fans alwayz take picturez/
im tha truest, newest, fresh young Mc, and if you askin “who this?”
i tell you im $crilla from tha north, coast #4, and u know im da coolest/
GANGSTA, AND TELL ME IT AINT< ADMIT IM NO SAINT
I SMOkE DRO AND SIP ON DRANK< & SHIT ON THA FAKEZ
if you interfeer on my life, fake bitch do it agin, try n touch my wife/
i make you sure you live tha high life, my 4-4 send you sky high/
you die right, instantly. fuck wit me, and you fuckin wit my infulltry/
cuz im get my gz, go holla at my true people and hit some trees/
im sick indeed, iller then aids patientz sprayed in they face wit raid/
todayz gz raised wit hate, ill nevah stop hustlin til im really paid/
my fates a cage, but if im not free, them i dont wanna even breathe/
to those so called homies who turn, fo real, i WILL defeat them Gz/
dont tweak and freeze, just get out my state, get out my face/
cuz im really too young to catch a case, you need to pull a ‘Ma$e’/
get out tha game, evaporate from my area, cuz bitch im dare-in ya/
move before i start scare-in ya, cuz i will pull gatz, and set fatal traps/
in my lethal rapz, i be rollin wit them illegal catz, that’ll make ya snap/
wit some gangsta scrapz, im killin ya, ya blood keeps spillin bra’/
im a suffincient thug, supplyin drugz, muthafuckaz this that $crILLa thug
HOOK!!!
1
J$crILLa
~AKA~
Cadillac’J’
slippin like butter, trippin like mothers, or cats catchin them rats/
thatz exactly a fact, nuttin false, like bitchez who be suckin ballz/
and hoes who be fuckin all, and shit starterz who be luvin’ brawls/
im clutchin soft, grippin tight, thats why my Deville be sittin right/
and me alone is an upiftin sight, i hate tha world, so i be gettin high/
we be hittin lye, only tha dro, phillies- me and my homies will roll/
and we spit that real game that just these true O.G.’s will know/
i tell hoes to blow me & roll, so i say get tha fuck out my face/
or else buy some of these trees i lace, im holin down my base/
this my beer, dont touch my case, im drinkin til im passin out/
police show up then im dashin out, hate me and im lashin out/
hit tha casinos and im cashin out, thankin bout bankin as im drankin/
most these dirty hoes be stankin, fo sho i alwayz earn tha top rankin/
like P im tankin, cuz ima stay a soulja rollin stolen til im gettin oldah/
like ice in yo grannys kitchin, i aint meltin, cuz im alwayz gettin coldah/
fuck some folgers, im puffin a blunt, once i wake up, raise stakes up/
and we them tru Gang-staz, im spittin these bars that make ya hate us/
its amazin how ya rate us, top tens cuz me and my homiez got endz/
aint nuttin evah stop-pin, all you bitch ass fake Gz we keep drop-pin/
i wanna pop friendz who aiint really ya dogz, livin like fake bitchez/
jeaolous cuz i make richez, and cuz all my fans alwayz take picturez/
im tha truest, newest, fresh young Mc, and if you askin “who this?”
i tell you im $crilla from tha north, coast #4, and u know im da coolest/
GANGSTA, AND TELL ME IT AINT< ADMIT IM NO SAINT
I SMOkE DRO AND SIP ON DRANK< & SHIT ON THA FAKEZ
if you interfeer on my life, fake bitch do it agin, try n touch my wife/
i make you sure you live tha high life, my 4-4 send you sky high/
you die right, instantly. fuck wit me, and you fuckin wit my infulltry/
cuz im get my gz, go holla at my true people and hit some trees/
im sick indeed, iller then aids patientz sprayed in they face wit raid/
todayz gz raised wit hate, ill nevah stop hustlin til im really paid/
my fates a cage, but if im not free, them i dont wanna even breathe/
to those so called homies who turn, fo real, i WILL defeat them Gz/
dont tweak and freeze, just get out my state, get out my face/
cuz im really too young to catch a case, you need to pull a ‘Ma$e’/
get out tha game, evaporate from my area, cuz bitch im dare-in ya/
move before i start scare-in ya, cuz i will pull gatz, and set fatal traps/
in my lethal rapz, i be rollin wit them illegal catz, that’ll make ya snap/
wit some gangsta scrapz, im killin ya, ya blood keeps spillin bra’/
im a suffincient thug, supplyin drugz, muthafuckaz this that $crILLa thug
HOOK!!!
1
J$crILLa
~AKA~
Cadillac’J’
