DeVante Hunter - B.I.G. Lyrics

I'm so houston it's a different language/
When hollows spiral out the 40 towards your body that's a different anguish/
Nawfside on tidwell I'm sliding into home base/
The lyrical assasin I'm legend I rest my case//
Ammunition from a drum chop off limbs like machetes/
Catch a body out in texas and flee to the serengeti/
My nigga jammed in the county he split a spread with his celly/
Just caught him another case for shoving shanks in belly's//
Only time you'd see me run is when police suddenly turn/
We had Anthony bourdain in the hood grubbing on burns/
F*ck it mask off bare face rob niggas who flex/
Always keep a couple bitches who drunk text me for sex//
I'm a ghost nigga see me when you see me then its to late/
Pop up outta nowhere and turn your fade to a toupee/
You say that eveything you do is for the hood/
But then you come around shining on they running of the goods//
Look my hood bloody I break bread with some crips/
Unity the new currency courtesy of nip/
Bro I never trip I rather stay to my own/
That dumb shit a get a lil nigga sconed//

Aye what they game like do niggas do that shit for real do they play it right
Do niggas run it for the team thru the city lights
Say f*ck it all take a chance for right price
GET MONEY!

Ever seen a calm cool collect niggas lose his shit when he lit/
Straight off the RIP when I'm bent I'm really built for this shit/
I dnt really think that you should try to put yaself in my size 10s/
I'm grudging f*ck making a mend//
I got friends who looney lose at the screws when they drinking booze/
I'm different you got it from the mud I got it out the ooze/
I choose to make it wreckless I'm from Houston texas/
You niggas a link from suffocation that's yo bitch necklace//
I ain't gotta lie I got proof it's just buried In the pudding/
Take a risk for the riches lotte scary nuggas wouldnt/
My opposition outta commission completed mission/
Nobody bitching they missing I silence the competition//
This that darkskin break em off shit nobody move/
Put his lights out just from a twitch you know the rules/
Kill or be killed nigga just protecting the seal/
Pistol whip a nigga face knock the glue off his grill//
I need a bag full of old dead white men and a ounce/
Dnt really smoke so ima flip it count it up for I bounce/
They essays hold me down on loco shit/
Fueda del quepo when the coco hit/