I-45 Shyt II

Talk to these niggas man I fell in love with hip-hop The day I heard that Screw drop Grey tapes, chop chops Big bodies, drop tops Walkin home in the zone Took the long way from school You had N.W.A but A.B.N was all I knew Freestylin in the class, that was just something you had to do And if you wasn't comin down, you fasho was comin through When they finally freed the pimp, seemed like everybody loved it Whole city going up, getting throwed blastin in public Man why they kill Hawk See I'll never understand it Couple hatin ass niggas, put a curse off on they family And some niggas might be asking, why I rap like this so much But see I came up in this shit so get the f*ck up off my nuts I Came from big swangaz and vouges Gam done crept in the bac do' Bitch I shine like mop n glo Long live Pimp I might just po one Smoke and blow like Pook n Lucci nigga roll one Got ya baby mama tryna hold summ Bitch I ain't triccin, tho I got plenty Ride caprice classic, already Imma fool wit it like my name was Twisted Blacc Big chief had the west and put New York up on the swag Came from 67, where them young niggas trap, might twist ya cap Lambo doors on G-Quises, Monobloccs on the Lac Got my fits from Big T bitch I can't even cap Patent leather on my wooks, ratchet high end fashion