I Got It Like That Flow

[talking:]

Run it, gangstas and gentlemen

It's your boy, Killa nigga (they know who it is)

That's right nigga, run it yeah

That's right, the truth in this bitch nigga

The truth in this motherfucker nigga, (Killa)

[Kyleon:]

On and on, and my glock I'm palming

Take two shots, and call me in the morning

You ain't gotta see P. Diddy, to get a warning

Or go to Big Poppa, to ask him who shot ya

I'm the doctor, this lyrical surgery

The truth in the booth, while y'all committing purgery

I'm a star on these tracks G, go and ask P

With the flow, water's the only thing that can match me

Apply pressure, that'll knock off your shoulders

I'm finna to do away with these, knock off Hovas

Spit a sixteen, end your careers

Since you can't see me, tell somebody lend you a ear

Now they listening, the picture's clear

I'm in the top spot, whack raps can't get you here

And that's the reason, why I got this nice bling

With these Bathing Apes fits, and this kicks by Ice Cream

[PJ:]

Six in the morning, back on the block

With a big black glock, and a pack full of rocks

Back on top, out of the FED's

Outlaw nigga, back getting his bread

Straight from the hood, that's all I know

Sell grams of this dro, or grams of blow

Hustler fa sho, the O.G.'s told me

Trust no nigga, do my dirt by my lonely

Most niggaz fony, fraud as hell

Rap or the trap, got bars for sale

Niggaz be hating, pay em no mind

Keep fucking they bitches, stay on my grind

Hate to see a nigga shine, mad and shit

Niggaz act like, they never had shit

PJ nigga, G fa sho

Just hit a nigga up, when you need that snow

[Chris Ward:]

My flow is hell-a-vicious, your's is repetitious

I's a playa spread the word, go tell them bitches

They just mad at me, and hate me gladly

Cause I ain't they baby daddy, pushing that baby caddy

See I'm that nig, they call C. Wig

That pump more oil, than a fucking oil rig

I got a style, that the whole world can dig

And I can make any track, snap like a twig

Even though my flow, is kinda hard to catch on

You gotta do like Lambo doors, and latch on

On my hip like a phone clip, the strap is attached on

If you disrespect the kid, leave half your back gone

See all my life, I done rolled with G's

Thugstas hustlers, and I roll with thieves

You niggaz, is pussy

You need to check yourself between the legs, to see if you got ovaries

As for me, my pockets stay overdosed with these

And I got more dames, than churches got rosaries

Yeah-yeah I'm C. Wiggity Whoadie Weez

With a attitude, that can take on four of me's

I got goals, for the future

And one of them is to sell c.d.'s, overseas

I mean I'm to the point, where I'm trying to weigh my own salaries

Hundred percent fat, plus high counts of calories

You know, I get in these hoes head like allergies

And have em bidding over the dick, like they at those galleries

These new rappers, don't flatter me

Even though they say imitation, is the highest form of flattery

[talking:]

Thank ya but no thank ya, dick riders

[Slim Thug:]

The Boss is back, the Boss is back

I told P let a G, G talk to that

You wanna be like the Boss, it'll cost you black

Saw a lot of good years, I'm a flosser black

Whether rap or crack, the money the proof

A straight hustler from the youth, nigga that's the truth

When y'all was shooting hoops, through the nets and loops

I was standing on the block, or standing in the booth

Like I'ma get it, like Nino or Snoop shit

Either or, but fuck being poor

I'ma walk up the block, till my legs get sore

Spit hits in the mic, till my throat get raw

Run the streets, if it's peace or war

If I gotta squash beef, shoot the heat some more

We're here this evening, for one reason

To keep the streets bleeding, this Outlaw season

The light green, for me and my dream team

To be scene from Queens, to the streets of Bejing

So clean when I hit the scene hot new drop

New bop on the block, picking up a new knot

Got the number one spot, records sell or not

Nan nigga wanna see me, in that parking lot

Nan nigga wanna see me, when it come to the diamonds

I'll blind him, you crazy I'll out shine him

Rock in the pinky ring, cost mo' than your set up

Chain so heavy, I can barely hold my head up

You seen a yard, with this many cars

Whatever you ain't making no sense, lil' man just shut up