man im a coke rap spitter    a hair pin trigger    a crime rhyme dealer    is iller but on the realler    spin around jordan they at a loss    for the words    rap it up like dope,   FLY LIKE A BIRD    nothing but baking soda the    motorola do it well    up in your face man with something    to sell    im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga    just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57    and 9s    my figure 8, is real its not fake    strawberry soda garlic bread and    steak    ahead in the chase and i hide    behind the wheel    you talk more money and we can    make a deal    (make a deal square ass n*)    VERSE 2:    im not a screw face, i keep my    boots lased    and listen to the homies brag about    they gun case    they off taste, crank beat with more bass    my court date, and i came in hella late    no false game, wear rains with no chains    holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne    nickel plated, now the image is penetrated    i put that on my life im glad you never made it    raw hide, all in my blood line    you never find a drug of me like no kind    dont hide, cause it makes it more divine    to put you in the firing line on valentines    february, or was it january    i lose my memory when it come to you canaries    its necessary, on guard with what you carry    split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry    (interlude)    im not a damn fool, i live by they rules    base slang, and im doin my big thang    make change, get bread to kick game    i knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame    no shame, and im greedy to the brain    you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain    crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain    i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne    rip hearts and i pound the sky larks    petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks    new suede, from the stage to the grave    hot days, means pistols in the shade    it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane    add a little color to the picture frame    the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater    t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya    (interlude)    and this analogy, is a new strategy    and this academy is headed for a tragedy    it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free    and snakes like me dont allow that see    at close range you can see my vertigo    venom in the soul and im ready to let it go    with no control, man it can grow like a rose    and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose    When a child cries, in the heart a father dies    punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive    lethal, both the prada eagles    bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe    Im stage left, at the store remian chef    man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F    The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota    runnin down the stairs of the project do a    kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby    and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby    you say the word, then here come the words put    mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD