These Days...
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 5:10 pm
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/murde ... ml#p120270
I spit the following to this beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oijEjrLjJs It's Fabolous - Keep It Gangsta (Instrumental)
These days I stack more bread than your local bodega/
get more cheese than Jerry on the moon in a crater/
But I ain't Tom-like, I'm more Walter Cronkite/
spreadin' good news and my funeral catered/
You just a hater, I'll deal with you later/
I'd pop you now but I got some dough on the Lakers/
Slow on the chaser, but I'm fast with the paper/
I'm mask and the caper, you just broke n a raper/
hope and a dreamer, hopin' to toke in a beamer/
with an addict bitch, hopin' that she'll choke on yo weiner/
get in between her, maybe stick it in her, seed her/
have a crack child born from loathing Christina/
I Mix that green up, with gold seal hash bro/
not quite Castro, but lookin' at that cash grow/
that's what the stash for, I spit that crack raw/
not from Houston but I slug 'em like the Astros/
Snub 'em with the nickel nose, bleed 'em like a garden hose/
I harden hoes, pill 'em first, never pardon hoes/
I'm hot like fire being fed by destructive forces/
you should back up off me, and move extra cautious
I spit the following to this beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oijEjrLjJs It's Fabolous - Keep It Gangsta (Instrumental)
These days I stack more bread than your local bodega/
get more cheese than Jerry on the moon in a crater/
But I ain't Tom-like, I'm more Walter Cronkite/
spreadin' good news and my funeral catered/
You just a hater, I'll deal with you later/
I'd pop you now but I got some dough on the Lakers/
Slow on the chaser, but I'm fast with the paper/
I'm mask and the caper, you just broke n a raper/
hope and a dreamer, hopin' to toke in a beamer/
with an addict bitch, hopin' that she'll choke on yo weiner/
get in between her, maybe stick it in her, seed her/
have a crack child born from loathing Christina/
I Mix that green up, with gold seal hash bro/
not quite Castro, but lookin' at that cash grow/
that's what the stash for, I spit that crack raw/
not from Houston but I slug 'em like the Astros/
Snub 'em with the nickel nose, bleed 'em like a garden hose/
I harden hoes, pill 'em first, never pardon hoes/
I'm hot like fire being fed by destructive forces/
you should back up off me, and move extra cautious