When I John Blaze
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:17 am
When I John Blaze it pays like Willie Mays N Haze/
combined n intertwined for like a six day embrace/
The hoes stayz in treyz like semi autos - nickel bags/
tickle fags with weak grins and weak chins/
and glass jaws - they in awe/
of how I cracked through his inner thoughts/
left the scene with his winner broad, went abroad/
head of course - she take all the sauce/
Drop her off - before I meet up with the fuckin' source/
Then I'm off to the kitchen with soda and the raw/
heart attack - drop to the mother fuckin' floor/
Woke up in the ER, cuffed to a bed, instead/
of being dead, am I gotten by the feds?, instead/
of being dead, I hadn't bled out, I gotta get out/
of this situation, ripped the bar, fled south/
out the building, wasn't weildin' gats or nothin'/
but somethin', in my mind said I should do something'/
Just then, the benz, all black with big rims/
pulled up - said get in - I went in, we jetted/
gave me a note I read it - said that they would let it/
slide, cuz my grind help sustain street credit/
But I bet it's - all bullshit - that whole shit now/
'bout to come down on a dude who got six pounds/
and six rounds, for six clowns, so sit down/
i'm sick now - you bitch-wound, when in town/
you shut down - you plush clown, you hush now/
As I flow with the best of 'em/
Darth V, I spit that 'dro and Bacardi rum
Spit this to the following beat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zb37BOw ... re=related
Feedback is a must with this one, wanna know what y'all think.. ~1
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combined n intertwined for like a six day embrace/
The hoes stayz in treyz like semi autos - nickel bags/
tickle fags with weak grins and weak chins/
and glass jaws - they in awe/
of how I cracked through his inner thoughts/
left the scene with his winner broad, went abroad/
head of course - she take all the sauce/
Drop her off - before I meet up with the fuckin' source/
Then I'm off to the kitchen with soda and the raw/
heart attack - drop to the mother fuckin' floor/
Woke up in the ER, cuffed to a bed, instead/
of being dead, am I gotten by the feds?, instead/
of being dead, I hadn't bled out, I gotta get out/
of this situation, ripped the bar, fled south/
out the building, wasn't weildin' gats or nothin'/
but somethin', in my mind said I should do something'/
Just then, the benz, all black with big rims/
pulled up - said get in - I went in, we jetted/
gave me a note I read it - said that they would let it/
slide, cuz my grind help sustain street credit/
But I bet it's - all bullshit - that whole shit now/
'bout to come down on a dude who got six pounds/
and six rounds, for six clowns, so sit down/
i'm sick now - you bitch-wound, when in town/
you shut down - you plush clown, you hush now/
As I flow with the best of 'em/
Darth V, I spit that 'dro and Bacardi rum
Spit this to the following beat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zb37BOw ... re=related
Feedback is a must with this one, wanna know what y'all think.. ~1
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/multi ... 13461.html