Just Rappin Pt. 2

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh Yeah, I make this easy, please believe me Diamonds on me, I stay hungry So I let this money feed me Showin' crystals, you gotta see these Yeah, these haters wanna be me Cuz I'm on point, got my guard up See, I son you like I'm CP Three guns on me, this ain't BB Probably need a camera for you, get the picture Pray for you niggas, let me read you a scripture She getting excited cuz a real nigga picked her She feeling loose it, must be the liquor Dance on my table, don't forget the tip her, tip of this dick, I mean, I flipped her Her legs starting to shake cuz of the way that I lick her Kick her out of the crib like I evicted her Niggas, really out here playin' the victim lil bro, weighing the work on the Richter Get too cold it feel like December, This drink I'm on, its fucking up the liver I'll tell you some shit just for you to remember Watch out for snakes, they Boa Constrictors New World out here, these people is tender Qualude started it, yeah, I'm the inventor Yeah, I do this shit for the fam, make some money with my niggas If you want 100 and it shows, you can help count out these figures You can't move, but don't broke niggas get on fixed income, I figured If yo plan don't involve, no bread then, naw my nigga, I can't f*ck with it I'm real boss nigga, yeah, I know how to manage Come through shit, yeah, doin' real damage The opps that I had, they ended up vanished We do drive-bys, it'll turn to, toe taggin Qualude, nigga, yeah, show me your manners Smokin' this earth, got me off this planet Yo bag ain't strong you niggas must've plant it Been that nigga before, this rappin Fommob gang, us, niggas ain't average Ballin' real hard than the Dallas Mavericks All about action, no, there ain't no lackin' If you ain't on business, hell yeah, we taxin See a couple of hoes hell, yeah, I'm mackin' You ain't gotta ask hell yeah, I'm trappin Red on me, hell naw, I ain't brackin' Rock with T's, hell yeah, what's crackin I'm from the Chi, not paradise Niggas get shot off of a pair of dice Niggas really out here takin' life Their minds be gone, they just ain't right Just wanna piece your pie, two options Risk your life, or give them a slice Lotta backstabbin' without a knife Not a lot of time, not playin' nice That's why now I gotta carry a pipe Yeah, I just shoot with the heat Glen Rice Yeah I stay low, but believe the hype Qualude goin' too hard on the mic You gon' see me always pull up something slight Niggas doin' hits, they ridin' on bikes Whatever's in the dark would come to the light You see a black nigga with all this ice Qualude what you on, nigga, mind your business Whatever I'm doin', you know I'm gettin it You see me, cheesing but, trust me, I ain't friendly Because my pockets, they filled up with Benjis P's getting excited when I pull up in two minutes She wanna f*ck with me, cause the dick different The diamonds hit different, she can tell the difference Don't get attached, bitch, cause we linkin' Ride through the city, real low car tinted .45 on me, gotta wood finish all wins, over losses, okay, let's get it Fommob gang, we standin' on business Me and lil' bro like Jordan and Pippen Never sweat these hoes nigga keep pimpin Niggas like to OD they out here trippin' Smokin' on gas, this shit hit different