Nothin' But Pimp Shit

Nothin' But Pimp Shit Nothin' But Pimp Shit

Droopy Drew Dog
I calm down. Back tha (?). Once again its on. You see I peeped out tha game that you wrote in your song. Definition for drama, battle play which ya' mama. Never been a sucka. Niggaz cuz' I'm still on tha come up. You know a busta get faded. A coward never would've made it. Somewhere down tha line, you playa hated, and traded. You see, I done what I did. And if you fell out, I'll do it again. Mama's sorry son, scrappy since tha age of ten. I had no brothaz and sistaz, I had my fatha'. World dramatized, thought tha Lord didn't botha'. They hit me, niggaz can ya' feel me? God, can ya' forgive me, for all tha dirt I did? Cursed as a kid, I put tha hand of an ounce because its over now. Cross me again then it's definitely a show down. Jimmy Jack slipped and got his crown cracked. Animocity's a bitch but see it made me attack.

Chorus
See nothin' but pimp shit up in my blood.
And plus tha drugs, up in this thug. Indonesia.
I'm a motha fuckin' hustlin'. I've been trapped down long
Tryin' ta' come up in this game, whether its right or its wrong.

Droopy Drew Dog
My attitude is fuckin' bad. Round town in tha bucket. I got a job I'm a quit, cuz minimum wage ain't shit. Now feel me. I think tha government is fuckin' us blind. While they gettin' paid leavin' all tha poor folks behind. Occupation for money, but just a criminal grind. Young, gotta be in jail, because yo' ass doin' time. I'm black. Aggrevated. Criminal mind stated. Problems with tha police, they were all, dope related. Now take my shoes and walk 'em outa my path. Evicted. Now playa hataz stayin' down tha blood bath. Can you feel me? I'm talkin' about tha real, do you hear me? A trickin' little bitch, walk up and say "Get mine". I'm puttin it down on tha mic, and representin'. Self made. No shorts or losses. Tha bulletz get sprayed. I'm not some artificial killer. Or some cheap ass thriller. But I'll chop yo' head off, if you get between my scrilla.

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