For you niggaz on the board here dissing,
on another cats shit say it's wack, whispering,
on cp's,
ibm's, mac's what ever you systems is,
listen to a real victim spitting his life yeah i'm texting it, but it was real all that i write,
go in my soul see through my peep holes,
all the shit i spoke, life of thug, visions of hope,
millions from dope, dime piceces, lobster eating,
roll around Double RR red, inside peanut butter buton seats, hollow heads, what i rule wit,
choose my movements,
the heat is fear, the love is for who i crew wit,
the hood don, addict for weed, magnet for beef, guns make my static clean, not static cling,
the cops come wit cases none stick on me,
cuz the cash make em pass by i pay a fee,
i wonder on the stars, god's thinking, what his plan was when he made man in his image,
and gave free will, was he writing a drama, in which everbody , obeyed robotic move like a slave, and the angels started booing so he made life more amusing, or was it written before he ever had a vision of yesterday, an ocean, made a henchman, a christian, muslim and then said forget it, or is it really just fate and we live it, or maybe it's me,
walk around guns off safety, streets betrayed me, i left it,
my closet open for scoping,
the public sees my heart, through my art, so i've been choosen,
thug poet, a rapping moses, uzi come out my two seat
leave you open,
or i can rip on a beat, and have you quoting my notions,
Soza
Holla bacc at me
on another cats shit say it's wack, whispering,
on cp's,
ibm's, mac's what ever you systems is,
listen to a real victim spitting his life yeah i'm texting it, but it was real all that i write,
go in my soul see through my peep holes,
all the shit i spoke, life of thug, visions of hope,
millions from dope, dime piceces, lobster eating,
roll around Double RR red, inside peanut butter buton seats, hollow heads, what i rule wit,
choose my movements,
the heat is fear, the love is for who i crew wit,
the hood don, addict for weed, magnet for beef, guns make my static clean, not static cling,
the cops come wit cases none stick on me,
cuz the cash make em pass by i pay a fee,
i wonder on the stars, god's thinking, what his plan was when he made man in his image,
and gave free will, was he writing a drama, in which everbody , obeyed robotic move like a slave, and the angels started booing so he made life more amusing, or was it written before he ever had a vision of yesterday, an ocean, made a henchman, a christian, muslim and then said forget it, or is it really just fate and we live it, or maybe it's me,
walk around guns off safety, streets betrayed me, i left it,
my closet open for scoping,
the public sees my heart, through my art, so i've been choosen,
thug poet, a rapping moses, uzi come out my two seat
leave you open,
or i can rip on a beat, and have you quoting my notions,
Soza
Holla bacc at me
