Fuck that

Fuck that

I have to.. puff the la for my mind to function right
That's the explanation for all the blunts I light
Fuck a comprimise, runnin wild dummin blind
plus I take a clunk of wine so I'm both drunk and high
That's the way to live thu this motherfuckin hell on earth
The shit that you've been welcomed ta since your birth
You people wont hesitate to hurt for your own selfish yearns
and if you could you would probably sell the world
But I always kept my word nah I never tell a word
If you wanna chat you rats better get to church
Fuck a confession motherfucker I'm bustin the weapon
have you bucked with led in a sudden of seconds
It's just your luck to be steppin, frontin and testin
You brothers don't forget it's the gutter I'm reppin
Buddie I'm stuck in the ghetto u come to the trenches
but after a few punches with my knuckles it's settled
Gotta brag with my swag, rappers still not on my level
My limit of skillz still ill and got in to heaven
You can hear it everytime I'm rockin a session
who's stoppin this vet when poppin off with this texture
The crowd noddin they heads and know I'm the shit
cause they never heard another dude flowin this sick
I'm not talkin I live it, I'm not I'm walkin I'm sprintin
catch me in the heart of the city in the parts that is gritty
people with hardest of feelins starvin of pity, they fed up
with all this carnage.. so they sparkin the phillie
Fuck a pig.. "bitch whatchu chargin me with me?"
just because these bars that I spit startin some shit
My fault I apoligize if I'm offendin you officer
I'd be pleased to leave you a coffin, sir, yeah
I'm the type to spray my tag on your car in the parkin lot
Your the type to start it off and then call the cops
Dust is coming fucka you better lock your doors
have you findin a rotten corpse when you walk the dog
Laugh at ya cats, smack you with the back of my hand
cause you a bitch like that, you get bitchslapped fast....
Fuck whoever flashin a badge I keep stackin my cash I
deposit the bill with the same gwap I jacked from the bank
Each one of you prankstas and wankstas is wack
rappin about clappin the gat but y'all gangsters on wax
I'm not gon' battle you crabs I'm blastin the Mac
that's how I handle ya ass when you relaxe in the Lac
It's the bangers we pack every man here is strapped and fam
you're not standin a chance when those hammers go BLAM!
Connected to circles, my click never comin sideways
Who the fuck are you gon bring? Tom on Myspace?
We deliver the ruckus...

Drag you by the floor with your fuckin dreads and shit.........