madness consumes my mind..looking down the barrel of my nine...searching for my bright light in these dark times/
busting my ass to be the last muthafucka standing...so candid...a cannibal like hannibal hit the weed and pass it like a lateral/
smooth beats and lyrics got you out ya seat...when i speak peep the technique..so unique in my caddy gator shoes on my feet/
blue nose crew and its true when we say we got heat...if you still dont get it better put this shit on repeat/
open ya ears...game inducing baby i'll take all ya fears...away today just let me wipe your tears...then back on the track/
stacking my moneys rolling the block in my lac...green attracts envy so always think its a trap...never know who might wanna bust a cap/
fuck mtv cause they dont know shit bout the real world...where boys and girls have sleep for dinner...why you think we jack pearls peep the diary of a sinner/
feelin inspired to go quicker...downing liquor..or a bitch and her sister...no one iller trying to get paid like MJ after thriller/
Paid In Full pockets looking swoll...putting rubber bands on stacks i cant fold...only trying to survive in the system/
write a few rhymes and gain some wisdom...in the booth till Four twisted spinning till we all hit the floor/
three tac fucking hooligans slapping bitchs like Max Julien...leave em basting and spacing...blowing up the stage like a haitian..its S to the T aka the answer to the equation/
busting my ass to be the last muthafucka standing...so candid...a cannibal like hannibal hit the weed and pass it like a lateral/
smooth beats and lyrics got you out ya seat...when i speak peep the technique..so unique in my caddy gator shoes on my feet/
blue nose crew and its true when we say we got heat...if you still dont get it better put this shit on repeat/
open ya ears...game inducing baby i'll take all ya fears...away today just let me wipe your tears...then back on the track/
stacking my moneys rolling the block in my lac...green attracts envy so always think its a trap...never know who might wanna bust a cap/
fuck mtv cause they dont know shit bout the real world...where boys and girls have sleep for dinner...why you think we jack pearls peep the diary of a sinner/
feelin inspired to go quicker...downing liquor..or a bitch and her sister...no one iller trying to get paid like MJ after thriller/
Paid In Full pockets looking swoll...putting rubber bands on stacks i cant fold...only trying to survive in the system/
write a few rhymes and gain some wisdom...in the booth till Four twisted spinning till we all hit the floor/
three tac fucking hooligans slapping bitchs like Max Julien...leave em basting and spacing...blowing up the stage like a haitian..its S to the T aka the answer to the equation/
