Art Of Rap Freestyle 2 lyrics

I sold too much coke in the eighties
It's my f*ckin' fault, I made you crack babies
Now you whine and cold woke me up
Like a wild wolf won't murder his sick pup
n*ggas on the net talkin' crazy and reckless
Busters don't know you get laid down for much less
This ain't no game, cuz n*ggas now we come
.50 cal dum-dum, rubber-grip bear guns
I see you run like diarrhea
Hide behind your f*cking bodyguards like little ballerinas
It ain't no thing when them damn things flame
Fully automatic makes the clubs' ears ring
The oldest n*gga, true, that means I done it the most
Question is now which pus*y want it the most?
Y'all ain't sh*t to me, never got your G on
Softer than the pillows at the Bed, Bath & Beyond
Your mistake thinking that I'm dead and gone
Ask your mama, I'm bloody in the octagon
I'm iller than Chucky in Child's play
I bench 300 on a bad day
I'm wild like Uganda machetes
You motherf*cking with a psychopath, you n*ggas ain't ready
Cracked my n*gga T.I., but they didn't catch me
My silenced P90 sounds like sewing machines
Bugatti Veyron, Plasma Screen
Malibu beach house, lake house, I'm caked out
I come in all blue, I don't know red
And, I don't know throw dough, I make it rain lead
Coked out, I'm boiling bricks in the kitchen
I don't matter If you got it, n*gga. Tricking is tricking
Algebraic, I multiply my metaphors
I'm so spa from deep tissues and pedicures
Overload of n*ggas in ski masks
Westside rider for life, you ain't gotta ask
L.A., home of the triple beam
My n*ggas run all up in your crib like a S.W.A.T. team
I'll make your SUV lean
Full metal jackets have it rockin' like a raft in rapids
The last n*gga in life that you want to meet
Keep talkin' sh*t on the net, I'll see you in the streets