Heaven Thru The Backdoor (feat. Krushadelic)

You can see it in my eyes god I'm on the way out*
 Man What's the last words comin out my mouth
 I get you in my Clutches it's lunches tigas twistin dutches
 Lookin at my bank roll bunches
 Pitbull leavin to rush your room like a cartoon
 In to soon now we scrap like some racoons
 Ain't no secret about the candy yams
 I like the candy yams greens and candy yams
 Twirl the rope like tha lasso or let it pop yo
 And heres your vision of a pinzo Picasso
 The Cheetha Chicky nail that mix the nina with the reefa
 Smile like a Jackal, shoot you in the ankle
 Don't like spider web, you only get tangles
 And here I come running, trying to spit more ammo
 Ride out the shadows, Homey close the gap
 I hold hold money like a ball player hold a cramp, oh
 Tight with money and pain, over and over again
 And we can do it with cane, and we can do it the same
 At your ass like a Scorpio. Set to go
 Tiga let me know
 Ya dig?
 A new version of the four four
 I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door
 A new version of the four four
 I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door
 A magical conversation I cut your ass down
 Like a block nigga hit by a 4-pound-right-now
 I swing the sticky like a golf ball
 Ready itll pop ya'll Aimin at me gun
 And don't stop ya'll
 If I could turn back the hands of time
 Id sell coke in Miami say "the world is mine"
 Sometimes my job expectations or court accusations
 Hit the car with the weed and the navigation
 I keep a lolipop like Cojack
 I take a hoe nap
 UP in ya lap tell ya hold that Yea!
 The Fillmoe King of the ryme, it's like I'm feeling for time
 Man you can wait but I'm scheming for mine
 Cu cu cu gotta get the cabbage
 I'm living way mad and get the ke lup for the freak cause she speak spanish
 Man I ain't never been a copy cat
 I throw raps at any disc jockey back
 Tennessee- call me little Denny, cause I'm ryhme ready
 The big homies came and got me in a blue Chevy
 It's like this, yea I gotta rattle the cage,
 If you wonder what I do-bitch I party for days
 I keep it hot like a heat wave, rollin around
 Stand you up like some pins then I'm bowling you down
 Said it before, yea I'm rhyme ready
 And when the suns down- Jamacian drug posse see me sayin "come down"
 Drank a little bit, me and vacko
 Once again it's the pinzo Picasso