I CREATE the WEIGHT,
Gotta weigh it on a Richter SCALE,
Supply the crack to earthquakes,
My CLIENTAL got half of Cali in the OCEAN,
The block not just flooded its FLOATIN,
Call the product FISH SCALE,
Hicks got Iron Bars,
you cant afford to post BAIL,
My DRO BLOW in the wind,
like a boat SAIL,
Nikkas or bitches dont have all my paper,
I tell em no SALE.

Bout my MONEY DUMMY,
Smack nikkas who CONFRONT ME,
And when it comes to rappin,
Lyrically only few can TOUCH ME,
Like Achilles from Troy,
Nikkas I done murdered in battles still HAUNT ME
Playas be hatin,
just bc they LADIES LUV ME,
it prolly aint yours,
unless it comes out lookin UGLY,
if a couple months later her stomach lookin PUDGY,
I move the rock daily,
You don’t even do it MONTHLY,
Especially when you pussies is on ya MONTHLY,
Make a nikka kick ROCKS on his own BLOCK,
like he playin a game of RUGBY,
Then set up SHOP wit the shit we CHOP,
fill our pockets wit MONEY like they HUNGRY,
I make the orders FAST,
Hooked on the CASH,
Guess Ima str8 CASH JUNKY,
Plus I got more nikkas get hung on my bars,
than any1 of you MONKIES
I like white on white,
Sell COKE to HONKIES,
Or 2 WHITE DIKES,
Lookin like sum playboy BUNNIES,
Snort a line of blow off my DICK,
Rub the head on ya gums and get a NUMMY,
Thru the pussy or swallowin,
Get sum HICKS up in ya TUMMY,
I pump the pussy like a PISTON,
But not like Sheed or Rodney STUCKY.

Good shit caine, mack, devin and KYLE G...that nikka killed it

dont try me cuz yu get smashed,
laid back flat wit a a-clap nigg*
automic boy wit da full pound trigga
A.m to P.m u can see em in the widebody bm
or maybe the dubbd out european
the smoke is automatic, might flip if i dont have it
shit yu kno juss blowin on a 50 piece, barcodes on the dutch give a home to that sticky weed
yu can catch me on the streets, supllyin werk to fenes
im cuttin shit up like the family docter, transportin weight up nd down the east coast, or hittin up panero for that good work through the border.

Im da best lyricist from da AM to da PM/
Copyright flow, name trailin wit da TM/
U claimin dat u beastin/
but IM on deck and IM da captain da way ya girl playin in my semen/
Im slayin deez niggaz without sayin a reason/
like i been sustained ina alien region/
keep talkin shit then im aimin and seekin/
to find you, just to see ya cranium leakin/
yea im da champ u just minimum worthy/
and u da type rockin dollar general jerzeys/
U got a boyfriend and yall typical flirtin/
suckin on each otha dick gettin genital herpes/
Im, like armour, u niggas cant hurt me/
like ya hand bent back gotcha yellin for mercy/

I do me from the AM to the PM
I do you too like my job was per diem
Stop and watch, admire this like a mu-seum
Invisible to y'all like "Do you see him?"...
Nah, too fast on ya, quick with deliverence
I leave ya on ice, motionless but shivering
Cuttin up my dividends, from generation to generation
Your dead on arrival like penetration from AID's patients
Where's your patience? Your still comin up short like an asian
Whether i'm a cracka, white or caucasian
I still do it better than yall so stop hatin
I kill ya with hesitation, "Let the beat build bitchhh"
Yeah, i'm the reincarnation of music
Your spittin 16, i'm 115, I.Q.'n it
Hip hop- i'm renewin it
I'm a land mine waitin to blow so watch ya movements, and
Your rhymes are rusty, i'm the new metal
Please, don't be thinking your doin something special
I get so fly, i chill in the celestials
I get so high, i chill with extra terrestials

from am to pm u gotta know i stay on dat seagrams
sellin rocs to a fish so jus call it a sea gram
flow not spectacular rite now its generally motored so jus call it da GM
yeh im shittin on niggas call it da B M
i do it so much wen it fall u dont see him
and ya boi john mack yall kno yall wanna be him
come smoke me like a stokey or a weed stem
im jus gone spit 16
after 2 mo lines ima spit 6 things
das 60 dollars das 6 rocs
i do da clock work like had 6 clocks
and i fuck bitches like i had 6 coks
and its so big people thought i put my hands on my wrist watch
but now im on to random stuff
a bentley in da background im on da phantom stuff
im on dat bitch slap kid knap ransom stuff
so all ya money watches n purse hand em u
chuch

twin tec turbos
oozies im sprayin loosely
hitting any nigga thinkin they gona run my street
if niggas disrespect burning they ass with the heat
im that type nigga if i see problems ill pull out the heater
when my gun hit you its like home runs from derek jeter
speaking about guns my shit will have you stunned
im the shit man all you got is the fckin runs
im the paper chaser..ill rob you for paper later
u a small frie im the whole tater
when my niggas bumrush your crib ya gona feel it later
we dont always talk gun shit
but when we throw them fist
yall niggas gona wish ya`ll gripped on the 5th
its me mr strong island
l.i is where i stand got my niggas behind me
my nigga a.r pull AR have you stifled
pushinq the herbs my shit is trifled
nobody gona destroy me or my dignity
im so proud of myself from makin thru the streets
i can be a greazy nigga and give you the cold shoulder
or be grimy stand over on a cliff or throw some boulders
i got that sticky better then any that was in me
shit have me comotosed
my lungs blacker den wesly snipes
fuck that bong shit i roll blunts left and right
ya`ll niggas similar to dutches
i deleaf your head after that you walkin on crutches

from am to pm i stay on the grind,
all my words are actions,yea nigga there crimes lol

finish laterrrrrrrrr

check it iam on top yall below nd ur mamas my hoe
i could spit 2 this beat 4 days but iam not caz mamas waiting 4 me at our spot
the beatd no where near being done,all u who comment is my son

you wanted a battle well you got it dawg
i been cawled you out (and you cawl ya self a profit dawg)
nawl dawg im figuring not at all
ya rap career was over from the minute i got involved
so stop it dawg wit all the lippin that you poppin off
tell the nigga fix the busted lyrics that you coppin off
use ya head to the fullest for i knock it off
play head butt wit da bullets and bring some tylonal
dem shots'll fall and leave this young bul noddin off
take a 40 shot to the head and not the alchol
you trynna stand to a man and you bout to fall
if the prophets wanna problem bring dem niggaz i'll house'em all
what you a thug now tawkin bloods true g
nigga you couldin walk a bloods life on ya own two feet
my doods reek in ya blood up two feet
gangsta tawkin body pics dug you too sweet
nigga i dont care if abbs is ripped
cuz to the tippz they'll CRUNCH like a bagg of chipps
im like trina wit the Lyrics im the baddest, Bitch
seven did you half a twist yo dont even post after this

~im the ghost in ya closet nigga you aint no fukkin blood

magic trackz....nigga i'll make u turn the otha cheek like how a fagot switch(strut)
i'll make u dissapear aint no magic trackz,
bury u alive in a casket bitch,
talkin bout u spit but u should hear how the ratchet click,
when it spit leave more holy then a pasture bitch,
slap da expression off ya face when i pass u snitch,
caine gone be the ghost after dis,
come to ya house in all red like santa claus for ya momz i got a bag of gifts(not serious)
u not even trash u da phase before a magot bitch!!
my barz hit hard to ya cranium like a bag of bricks,
my rapz is rediculous,jus rememba not to kiss ya girl she french kissed my dick,
nigga my abdiment is fuckin ripped,i'll tear ya bitch ass to bitz,
when it come to my shoe game i got more kicks then bruce lee(get it)
nigga dont confuse me,for i have to abuse thee,
ya shit was hot but im sizzlin bad azz jus call me boosie,
i will not loose b,call me a ton cuz u will not move me!!
im tight in da game like a sweater u loose b,
datz why u gone loose see,
mad cuz eremotha fucka kno the ghost is to weak,
i'll let one of my lil niggas get at u homie im truly one of da best it'll be ashame if i loose b,
bloodz all day a true g.......

i jus wanted to battle