2 T-Shirts N A Adidas Suit

Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler
 City after city time and crime rap dealer
 I don't play football, I'm not a playmaker
 My only way deep is to throw a haymaker
 School rule breaker
 Makin' teachers have a fit
 From the Goz show that's how I learn to spit
 Man, some All Star Chuck's and some coke to sack
 It don't matter what color as long it blue or black
 'cause I'm reckless
 Cuban necklace
 Never in the game that become wet fish
 Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
 Man, I ain't peepin' what what ya speakin'
 Homie gimme the loot
 Man, you filled wit' truth
 And I'm filled with lies
 When we rap all these muthfuckas' die despise
 Like the sparrow that narrow
 Nigga shootin' through an arrow
 You can see the klugg's if you look through the barrel
 Fools use chess like a VCR
 Worth as much as a CD-R
 Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
 You got beef?
 Let my rap den rip ya car
 Disappear like a motherfuckin' desert mirage
 Smellin' so good like a red crosage
 That's the way I fuck em' down
 Climbs around by sound
 Like how them whistles whip through the ground
 Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
 Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
 Who cares what mood ya in?
 It'll sound like thunda if I lose again
 Yeah nickatina I dun told ya the virgin of fame
 Im like napoleon you beat like he come in the game
 Check's is ready to name
 Then I pop the brain
 Ain't a law in the world that can stop the case
 I wear Adidas
 Sometimes Fillas
 They're the two leadas'
 The boy king
 Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans
 At 3am
 Yeah the freeway mine
 And you can tell by the ticket's I've left behind
 You wanna get reckless?
 Don't get checklist
 Cops motherfucker they respect this
 What's on the wishlist?
 Man, I can get this
 I freak with big lips
 And she love the tongue kiss
 And cold as a tundre
 Seven's the numba
 Split up the pie
 Or chop it like lumba
 Don't forget the thunda that I said
 And all praises to Bob Marley's mighty dreads
 We need to find someone to hunt down
 Think of the turn around
 The murder is murder round
 Tryin to burn em' down
 Reckless
 I all blessed it
 I hit the stage freak with such freshness
 Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
 Im lookin' way too cute
 You bitches raise the roof
 You got bacardi in ya' body
 180 proof
 And I'm addicted to ya ass
 Like ya' name was truth
 I jump in the coop
 With a couple of bloods
 And bitch fuck ya party if the shit don't bump
 Because I'm major fast
 I need major cash
 And damn your sister got major ass
 Homie reckless
 They won't respect this
 I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace
 Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
 I'm lookin' way too cute
 You bitches raise the roof