Even Pimp's Get Broken Hearts

Even pimps get broken hearts

i spark the line stay trivia

blow you to oblivia

to give me, a

semi auto with led

keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep a lock full of dreads

twist like a tornado the fatal cuban jewel

run around the world saying gangsta rap rules

give an F finger to the flyest freak

while im sitting right there in the drivers seat

smoke a blunt for the gods at the crack of dawn

i think them rings that i stole im bout ready to pawn

because i grin like a P-2 10 a sun lock

rapper of the cats got glocks on cock

walk like a rat when it comes to the cheddar

and in any kind of weather with the 3 quarter leather

the lethal injection with the chinese connection

first we amp up

then we vamp up

watch them other muthafuckas all clamp up

baby talk to much ricky shut the tramp up

i enter through the back door exit through the front

we don't jock bitches, tiga fire up the blunt

heat up ya chest like yukon jack

work ya credit card the first day to the max

the 5 millimeter,

nickatina

street cleaner

i bounce back and forth from fillmo to korea

the chronic chokin rap child bustin it loud

i stand still while i'll rap trying to move the crowd

in my koneiact lounge position

bullet shots rang right before in the mision

muthafuckas thought andre was going to listen

but my detroit roots told me hit em with the piston

rip the compositions

what was yo intention?

no gratitude just attitude

bangin like mission

kill doja

i thought i told ya

i sports leather while you wear summer clothesa

my boss theme

andre going to get you back

yeah i rap but the streets is where my heart is at

and my crudentials

no insturmentals

im like a bullet in ya face right through the window

What!

the proof is in the fudge, money, raps and drugs

nigga keep your hugs

nigga keep ya love

Billie Holiday just crossed my mind

everything she sang was right on time

i can tell in my soul i was just her kind

cause i can see a better life when i close my eye