THe TRiNiTY
06-09-2008, 02:36 AM
NO WHERE near my best, I was just arguing with my friend. He said it's not that easy to write 'street ****' (like the **** I write about is for the suburbs, LMAO) and I was provin' that it was. Lol... Here it is......
I kill-at-will
Take a spot where most *****s just sit-and-chill
Grip-a-steal and turn that mutha****a to a killing-field
So if-you-feel you gonna disrespect, you ain't livin'-real
Cause you don't wanna be another mutha****in' victim-killed
Spit-but-still roba ***** just so I can feel-the-thrill
Leave 'em like a totalled car, leave 'em with a missin'-grill
I roll with a crew of goons that keep a 4 fifth-concealed
Who have hard mutha****as runnin', goin' hit the bricks-and-peal...
Out, walk into my prenence, walk-into-a-hell
Have a better chance surivin' if you got locked-in-a-cell
Never losin' in this race in life, you stop-and-I-excell
I keep it pimpin' with you nerds, I aint' talkin'-bout-Pharell
Give 'em hell, and thas how-it-goes, **** how all them cowards-roll
Tryna get a grip of paper thass too big to count-or-fold
Whether albums-sold, or I'm bangin' out-the-chrome
I always know these mutha****as find love when they doubtin'-Drone
But go on, and let a hater-hate, I'm fixin' to set-it-straight
They ain't lettin' me stay grounded, so watch me levitate
We can battle anyway you want, and I won't hesitate
You like 'Manny' to my 'Money, May' I let you be my second-rate
I'm down for my money, I love amountin'-it
Never **** with them fake bills, I don't keep no counterfeits
Get mad with nothin' to count, you can call it counter-fits
My moneys like the air I breathe, I'm never runnin' out-of-it
I wrote it to that Paper Planes by M.I.A., that song is wack but I heard Crooked I rip that beat. So I got into it. Lol...
Anyway, I was just messin' around with this.. but you can tell me what you feel about it if you so choose.
I kill-at-will
Take a spot where most *****s just sit-and-chill
Grip-a-steal and turn that mutha****a to a killing-field
So if-you-feel you gonna disrespect, you ain't livin'-real
Cause you don't wanna be another mutha****in' victim-killed
Spit-but-still roba ***** just so I can feel-the-thrill
Leave 'em like a totalled car, leave 'em with a missin'-grill
I roll with a crew of goons that keep a 4 fifth-concealed
Who have hard mutha****as runnin', goin' hit the bricks-and-peal...
Out, walk into my prenence, walk-into-a-hell
Have a better chance surivin' if you got locked-in-a-cell
Never losin' in this race in life, you stop-and-I-excell
I keep it pimpin' with you nerds, I aint' talkin'-bout-Pharell
Give 'em hell, and thas how-it-goes, **** how all them cowards-roll
Tryna get a grip of paper thass too big to count-or-fold
Whether albums-sold, or I'm bangin' out-the-chrome
I always know these mutha****as find love when they doubtin'-Drone
But go on, and let a hater-hate, I'm fixin' to set-it-straight
They ain't lettin' me stay grounded, so watch me levitate
We can battle anyway you want, and I won't hesitate
You like 'Manny' to my 'Money, May' I let you be my second-rate
I'm down for my money, I love amountin'-it
Never **** with them fake bills, I don't keep no counterfeits
Get mad with nothin' to count, you can call it counter-fits
My moneys like the air I breathe, I'm never runnin' out-of-it
I wrote it to that Paper Planes by M.I.A., that song is wack but I heard Crooked I rip that beat. So I got into it. Lol...
Anyway, I was just messin' around with this.. but you can tell me what you feel about it if you so choose.