Better roll your pine before you dive into this pain
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet that nigga die, he ever try me for this chain
Niggas know about my rhyme, but they inquire 'bout my aim
Riding for them niggas when you know you not a scammer
Dying 'bout them hoes, when we both know them bitches cancer
Separate myself, now I just make the money transfer
If I get to swayin' nigga you ain't got the answers
I hate a nagging bitch who say that I don't trick enough
I hate a rachet bitch who don't play with my dick enough
I hate a bragging bitch who acting like her nigga tough
Aye, look this liquor in my coffee is a pick me up
I just told Liv I need a 93 South chain
They was in the house gang, 13 summers outside, concrete
Niggas thinking with that mouse brain, loud bang
Now they see his conscience in the shotgun seat
(Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye!)
All that killing shit sound cool on wax
All facts, but if I really gotta do it, it's a job
Tie up loose ends, switch the plate on the Benz
Alibi with a friend, who been solid from the start
Know the outs, know the ins, what we do, where we been
Put that yoppa in a bin, then we send that bitch to Mars
Leave detectives in the wind, put the cycle back on spin
Yeah I sin, but now his momma gotta talk it up with God
Come on, drive into this paint
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet I let it fly, he ever try me for this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but I'm asylum with this aim
I was flipping quarters, f*ck the fairy tale and wishing
If I drop it in the water, we ain't walking out the kitchen
Bitch I'm locked in with my karma, show you niggas how I did it
I could teach you 'bout trajectory, but you in love with tricking
Ain't too many niggas I respect, or give a pass to
You gotta really rap, or show me how you make the cash move
Niggas want the smoke, don't make me spark it 'till we ash you
Saying he got heart, I'm looking at 'em like, "Who asked you?"
My nigga taking phones at the door
If they ain't get invited don't be letting niggas know
If that's gon' be a problem, tell them I'm with all the smoke
'Cause if you came to party in this bitch, then you a hoe
(And you already know)
I drive against the grain
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet he lose an eye, he set his sight up on this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but they're inspired by my aim
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
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Better roll your pine before you dive into this pain
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet that nigga die, he ever try me for this chain
Niggas know about my rhyme, but they inquire 'bout my aim
Riding for them niggas when you know you not a scammer
Dying 'bout them hoes, when we both know them bitches cancer
Separate myself, now I just make the money transfer
If I get to swayin' nigga you ain't got the answers
I hate a nagging bitch who say that I don't trick enough
I hate a rachet bitch who don't play with my dick enough
I hate a bragging bitch who acting like her nigga tough
Aye, look this liquor in my coffee is a pick me up
I just told Liv I need a 93 South chain
They was in the house gang, 13 summers outside, concrete
Niggas thinking with that mouse brain, loud bang
Now they see his conscience in the shotgun seat
(Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye!)
All that killing shit sound cool on wax
All facts, but if I really gotta do it, it's a job
Tie up loose ends, switch the plate on the Benz
Alibi with a friend, who been solid from the start
Know the outs, know the ins, what we do, where we been
Put that yoppa in a bin, then we send that bitch to Mars
Leave detectives in the wind, put the cycle back on spin
Yeah I sin, but now his momma gotta talk it up with God
Come on, drive into this paint
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet I let it fly, he ever try me for this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but I'm asylum with this aim
I was flipping quarters, f*ck the fairy tale and wishing
If I drop it in the water, we ain't walking out the kitchen
Bitch I'm locked in with my karma, show you niggas how I did it
I could teach you 'bout trajectory, but you in love with tricking
Ain't too many niggas I respect, or give a pass to
You gotta really rap, or show me how you make the cash move
Niggas want the smoke, don't make me spark it 'till we ash you
Saying he got heart, I'm looking at 'em like, "Who asked you?"
My nigga taking phones at the door
If they ain't get invited don't be letting niggas know
If that's gon' be a problem, tell them I'm with all the smoke
'Cause if you came to party in this bitch, then you a hoe
(And you already know)
I drive against the grain
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet he lose an eye, he set his sight up on this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but they're inspired by my aim
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet that nigga die, he ever try me for this chain
Niggas know about my rhyme, but they inquire 'bout my aim
Riding for them niggas when you know you not a scammer
Dying 'bout them hoes, when we both know them bitches cancer
Separate myself, now I just make the money transfer
If I get to swayin' nigga you ain't got the answers
I hate a nagging bitch who say that I don't trick enough
I hate a rachet bitch who don't play with my dick enough
I hate a bragging bitch who acting like her nigga tough
Aye, look this liquor in my coffee is a pick me up
I just told Liv I need a 93 South chain
They was in the house gang, 13 summers outside, concrete
Niggas thinking with that mouse brain, loud bang
Now they see his conscience in the shotgun seat
(Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye! Aye Aye!)
All that killing shit sound cool on wax
All facts, but if I really gotta do it, it's a job
Tie up loose ends, switch the plate on the Benz
Alibi with a friend, who been solid from the start
Know the outs, know the ins, what we do, where we been
Put that yoppa in a bin, then we send that bitch to Mars
Leave detectives in the wind, put the cycle back on spin
Yeah I sin, but now his momma gotta talk it up with God
Come on, drive into this paint
If you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet I let it fly, he ever try me for this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but I'm asylum with this aim
I was flipping quarters, f*ck the fairy tale and wishing
If I drop it in the water, we ain't walking out the kitchen
Bitch I'm locked in with my karma, show you niggas how I did it
I could teach you 'bout trajectory, but you in love with tricking
Ain't too many niggas I respect, or give a pass to
You gotta really rap, or show me how you make the cash move
Niggas want the smoke, don't make me spark it 'till we ash you
Saying he got heart, I'm looking at 'em like, "Who asked you?"
My nigga taking phones at the door
If they ain't get invited don't be letting niggas know
If that's gon' be a problem, tell them I'm with all the smoke
'Cause if you came to party in this bitch, then you a hoe
(And you already know)
I drive against the grain
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
I bet he lose an eye, he set his sight up on this chain
Yeah you heard about my rhyme, but they're inspired by my aim
And if you cross that line you know I'm sliding in your lane
Writer: Christopher Farmer
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