ron o'neal

no matter what the weather

we be getting our cheddar

so we can have a better tomorrow

oh

money

cars

superstars

getting ours

working hard

for a better tomorrow

coach

put me in the game

i'm for real

other peoples tryna to put me in them chains

whatever the topic

let's put it in the frame

we can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains

i'm saying

some rappers do it for a chain

kill yourself

i know killers that'll do it for some change

these veterans is slipping

they ain't doing it the same

i don't slip

set a pick and put a shooter in your lane

precise

'bout shoot them at the range

but i ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers

i'll just shoot it at your dame

y'all never should have threw me in the game

found a new word for weed

that was so mean

i threw it in my name

my soul laid out on the block like arms spraying

the law hating

warring like blacks and caucasians

god versus satan

i'm laying in the dark

with the mossberg

waiting

letting off first basing

slim from the cotton club washing a scrub

deuce high when he cruise by

spotting his love

hold the mic like a.38 muzzle to snub

this flow

call it oj blood on the glove

above rap

capital g's speak on the facts

please believe that

meaning that i keep it a stack

he's back

he a beast on the track

the only time that i go soft is probably with your freak in the sack

feel the bass make sure he shake

murder verse

first forty-eight

manslaughter

nearly caught a case

i crack heads more than base

stack bread when i orchestrate

that said y'all the base

i seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw

come out they shirts sweating bullets with the bobby brown jaw

dry mouth

grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a newport

we all holdin' the torch

few staircase murders

some burners don't blam right

guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight

full of x

ak's

whilin' in lobbys

bulletproof pj's

fuck around and get spunned like the dj

csi traumatized by viewing the instant replay

spongebob niggas get scars nigga

i'm off style in any section of the hood i'll pull your car nigga

see ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

so you rather pursue death than admit defeat

see ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

so you rather pursue death than admit defeat

ay yo

i used to be so narcissistic

park the whip and spark the biscuits

spit hollow tipped shells at the narcs with quickness

live to tell the tale

cause only god's my witness

been a long time

change gonna come son

i'm optimistic

i hold the steel like ron o'neal

super fly

do or die

killer hill

brownsville

never win

never will

yes i can

yes i will

put a dot upon your knot then i drill through your grill

like a dentist

my apprentice speaks with a vengeance

demented scientists counting bodies in the trenches

that's judges off the benches

got inches for y'all wenches

we plant those hot seeds then drove in cold winters