Ceasar Enrico

The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew
 And he said, that your guilt
 Every fuckin' account
 He says you're done
 (Nndre Nickatina)
 Tiger, i think you better get it right
 Cuz shit go bump in the night
 Came up out tha gutta'
 Now it's all butta'
 And with my blade i cut like no other
 The runnin' of the bulls, muthafucka it's the matadoor
 Pep my new reew shoes on the marbol floor
 Roll around like a copo, eatin' on chicken
 I shootin' with my eyes close
 Hope i ain't missin'
 Firin' up weed till the early mornin'
 It's a lil bit lonley since my girl is gone
 Got my so called enemies
 Yea im back
 And you cop sucka fuckas gotta deal with that
 Cuz im loose like gun powda' hittin' in tha' canon
 Fly by me dont think about landin'
 Think about crashin'
 Cuz im about to fall
 And not before i break these laws
 Muthafucka it's the devils heart beating in your ear
 Hear goes the contract sold my career
 And im chillin' hear muthafucka in the physical form
 Reew my hair back just so i can hide my horns
 Na mean
 I've seen the rymes on the scene
 My rap sound better with crime on the scene
 Fillmo down comacaze a rap
 Gotta have a weed sack with my party pack
 It's like that
 Shit can heel like row melo
 Stir it up till the rocks up and turn yellow
 Heavily fiber it's the god of khan
 Wishes of my verdigo passes on
 Knockin' on the ferbigates high off bomb
 And you can see my life if you read my palm
 It's like that
 Ceazor Enrico Vandello...
 Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x2)
 Check this out dont move
 I hold you like a slow grove
 In my mind and my soul ima brake rules
 Here the new crew
 It's something like the cioty gang
 Comin' down on your town like black rain
 Blunts in cuts an' rapped up in the indeca
 Rymes are riped and hollow tips when they hittin' ya
 Man they really aint a friend of ya
 So it ain't no popin' my mind when they gettin' ya
 Turn like a top spittin' colp it gets
 Tell a record lable die if they hold the check
 Cuz its right here homie
 The fead is for cash
 You get it, then you split it then you hit it an' mash
 You talk like a squrl
 I hope you aint a sqwilla
 You lookin at a newer fool rap drug dealla
 Take fliet
 Buckle up like a plane ride
 Why oh why do i remain high
 Shootin at the sky that's over my head
 Hoppin that the bulets all wake the dead
 Lottanufdad the shake they bed
 But tuwa danuf dad gonna crack the feds
 Because i fly like a bat outta' hell
 That's for real
 Fake like a prisoner sittin in jail
 When it comes to these rymes betta' get the scale
 Or act like your blind fucker read it in bral
 Nigga crime fail
 No crime on the ride
 All in your eyes it's a sign of the times
 Heaily fiber it's the god of khan
 Witness of my verdigo passes on
 Standin at the perly gates high off bomb
 And you can see my life if you read my palm
 Ceazor Enrico Vandello...
 Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x3)