Lanc

Im from lancaster boy Small town its in pa Plus the flow is just dope The breeze on the freeway Could say what you want Who care what a flea say Man for peteness sake Got bombs to make the earth quake Oughta give it my all Got nothing to loose Think i need some toilet tissue Way im shitting on dudes Whole other breed of a rapper The thrones what im after So taking more shots then when a camera snapping Im a g in this game Get to running this rap shit Hating on the kid The only thing they run is their fat lips I dont really care If you think that you hard The pump will lift this prick up Just like a blow up doll you dig Cracking his melon Its splitting like kiwi And get to pointing my finger It light up like et You cant see me Plus the boy on a paper chase Long as the paper straight Aint taking cuts like a paper graze This my year Them rappers tell them to run for it Dont mean no disrespect I do it bigger than pun draws Your homie want to pop off And might just bang at his grill Calm and collective Like we handling pills yeah You getting paper Off of hustling what World now he holding on to weight You think he tussling trucks Listen up and know im trump like Better get it crystal clear The kid dope And you could get it at a cut price You dummies Now im smelling like a bag of money Fat tummy Still in the hood And just bagged a hunny Did it on my own Built it cause im that hungry Three thousand on promo Spent it off of tax money Im from lancaster boy Small town its in pa Plus the flow is just dope The breeze on the freeway Could say what you want Who care what a flea say Man for peteness sake Got bombs to make the earth quake You get to it man We heading to the top Long time now taking my shot They hating cause theyre not The money let it pile on If it aint about that bread Then guess you talking to the dial tone Haters man you lame Been getting it man The flow hard Your shit pg like you tisdale Thats that chick off Disney You little sissies You can call the dj Spin them round until these pricks dizzy As for your chick Yeah im happy to steal Slip her some e If i want to fuck Put her back on the pill for real Im the one on the block you want to look for Without me the strip cold Thats why they throwing they coats on You snakes get the look of shame Too many snakes in the grass Cutting them off Leave them tilted like a crooked fade Either way you put it Hard shit got tookie killed This a heavy weight fight Get knocked out like you Holyfield About bread you touch mine And ill bury you And have you seeing doubles Like you looking in two mirrors Ride hard deep in a four door That verse weak why spit those Im blowing like c fours yeah man And i got a sick team Getting you hit with the beam Put on lean Upper frame turning Swiss cheese And never broke Steady stacking that bread Got time in like chicks with plats in their head You dead man And im staying with my pants sagging All in you talking dumb Get you layed out Like them fresh sheets on a damn mattress Its my reign those rap bars They just mediocre Shit is over You old news like you sammy sosa Try me the thing will kill you like cancer Never been pampered Im the shit nigga no pampers You getting cut Like food stuffed in a blender More highlights than what you seeing on sports center nigga Im from lancaster boy Small town its in pa Plus the flow is just dope The breeze on the freeway Could say what you want Who care what a flea say Man for peteness sake Got bombs to make the earth quake You get to it man We heading to the top Long time now taking my shot They hating cause theyre not The money let it pile on If it aint about that bread Then guess you talking to the dial tone