I Use Rhymes

I got a little trouble on my chest, right now

Mark ass niggaz, don't wanna let me go round

What's wrong you mad, because I'm on feet now

Fucking around with this, will get you killed uh-huh

Now that's gangsta, that's the only way I say it

I say it because I mean it, and I'm meaning what I said

Y'all niggaz don't really want, trouble from me

I catch you young pimp, and break both of your feet

Make you sniff paint thinner, till your nose start to bleed

And if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your knees

I'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3

Where fake niggaz get cut, like a shirt with no sleeves

Cause that's me, pushing a big body U-V

And that's me, keeping the spot H-O-T

And that's me, I represent that A-V-A-R-I-C-E whooo

I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself

It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself

It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself

We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself

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Where my down South soldiers, lightening up doja

1 Da Boy, Lil' Ke man I swear we done told you

The streets is dangerous, better pack your weapon

Nobody got a gun, then your click half stepping

Texas Mafia, nobody is stopping you

You better slow your role, cause my killas is watching you

Herschel Wood to the Tre, collecting pay

How they ride AK's, stay prepared to spray

And the street sweeper, hits so deeper

Writing bar after bar, cause the words reach you

Verbal assassin, you know the flow be blasting

I wanna get my bread, is all I'm asking

Respect the G-Code, Lil' Ke so cold

Trying to get my loot, cause it's right up the road

No time to be wasting, my bad fa sho

Like Christopher Wallace, I love the do'

I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself

It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself

It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself

We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself

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Be wise each nigga like me, show up

I told them boys, that 1 Da Boy gon blow up

But them haters didn't like that, true that

Sell a million copies, I lay em over blue dat

I ain't bringing my style, I ain't bringing my skills

But I got the skills, to pay my whole click bills

Now what's the deal punk, you got beef let me know

1 Da Boy kicking in your front, and your back do'

I ain't no punk mark, bitch, hater or a hoe

If you aggravate my mind, your head slammed to the flo'

Cause I'm a hard hitting thug, that's about my scrill

Always scheming in my brain, how to make a quick mill

Now what's the deal, I'm keeping it low but real steel

1 Da Boy on top, of the world now do you feel

The hits that I spit, on this track support shit

Avarice taking over, ain't no and, if's or misses

I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself

It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself

It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself

We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself

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