Thug Mentality
Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:15 pm
fools talk all the shit they want about me, I don't
give a fuck know what I mean? i prove I'm above their
level with a better scheme, reign supreme, the ratchet
don't respect enemies on any scene just severin their
spleen, no need to take out the big guns with beams, my
knife is sharp enough to guts out teens and splatter
their dreams.
In fact let me put it like this, fools talkin' shit
all the time, I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the
6-1-9.
But this fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to
make it they rather hate it cause they can't fade it
with their fakin, Gang related, situated now I'm back
for the takin, they talkin' smack hatin, but never
relatin.
In a way, one day, I might say that the ones who helped
me do this, I knew this foolish fools are clueless.
what I can do wit my ability thought of myself as a
real MC, did what I did and glad that I did it g, put
some chips in my pocket when I finished it.
People try to put me down but end floatin' on the river
line, I told you twice before but I'll say it one more
time do your thing I'm gonna do mine, when I ascend to
the sky, from there its strictly shine.
I gotta give it up to the punks tryin' to diss me,
Talkin' mad shit but they miss me, Got my medals in
place trynna strip me.
Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my
rhymes, but when they heard me in the radio rippin
lines, they requested more since it was fine and
sublime admitin to my past crime.
Cover you with a death mantle when I ramble, they act
like who's in tattle? Timeline the esse that all wanna battle,
but soon end up under gravel cause they lookin for beef not
knowing to this carnivore they're just cattle.
Now Why would you want part of this truthfulness? cover
your chest with the vest, Don't get caught up in the
mess, Cause bullets penetrate in bare day while I am on
stress, witnesses never confess.
don't need to take it fair to make it like claus, I am
underground but with high class Receiving a thousand applause,
its not hard to spot your flaws When people hear me rap
its an instant pause.
I hate them phony punks dippin' all up in my business
everyday, Got hate straight for all the fools that
player hate, ain't no bitch stoppin' me from makin'
bake, I stay ahead of the game cause when people sleep
I remain awake.
give a fuck know what I mean? i prove I'm above their
level with a better scheme, reign supreme, the ratchet
don't respect enemies on any scene just severin their
spleen, no need to take out the big guns with beams, my
knife is sharp enough to guts out teens and splatter
their dreams.
In fact let me put it like this, fools talkin' shit
all the time, I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the
6-1-9.
But this fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to
make it they rather hate it cause they can't fade it
with their fakin, Gang related, situated now I'm back
for the takin, they talkin' smack hatin, but never
relatin.
In a way, one day, I might say that the ones who helped
me do this, I knew this foolish fools are clueless.
what I can do wit my ability thought of myself as a
real MC, did what I did and glad that I did it g, put
some chips in my pocket when I finished it.
People try to put me down but end floatin' on the river
line, I told you twice before but I'll say it one more
time do your thing I'm gonna do mine, when I ascend to
the sky, from there its strictly shine.
I gotta give it up to the punks tryin' to diss me,
Talkin' mad shit but they miss me, Got my medals in
place trynna strip me.
Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my
rhymes, but when they heard me in the radio rippin
lines, they requested more since it was fine and
sublime admitin to my past crime.
Cover you with a death mantle when I ramble, they act
like who's in tattle? Timeline the esse that all wanna battle,
but soon end up under gravel cause they lookin for beef not
knowing to this carnivore they're just cattle.
Now Why would you want part of this truthfulness? cover
your chest with the vest, Don't get caught up in the
mess, Cause bullets penetrate in bare day while I am on
stress, witnesses never confess.
don't need to take it fair to make it like claus, I am
underground but with high class Receiving a thousand applause,
its not hard to spot your flaws When people hear me rap
its an instant pause.
I hate them phony punks dippin' all up in my business
everyday, Got hate straight for all the fools that
player hate, ain't no bitch stoppin' me from makin'
bake, I stay ahead of the game cause when people sleep
I remain awake.