95 N

My street code is 90's bred
I don't fit in, this game is just a tiny bed
I grew up different, had to fix my engine up
Cuz these niggas ain't used to listen
Now im just Old school in new condition
Yea i bag, sell, smoke, & plant the Ganja
It's organized crime at its finest
My plan is proper, executed to a T with precision got Hands of doctors
Handle all the product, cuz niggas snitch like they singin operas
My game tight, pops hustled all his life, taught me
How to hold my own, said make sure yu name a price
Then play ya part ya only worth wat you say you are
And Right then and there that nigga knew made a star
Ion gamble rather take ya cards, got new gas every week...
I trade In cars then drift on the track, turn my wrist like im whippin the crack, back

Cruisin Down the 95

Its about time, that a nigga stepped outside
The fans recognize my face from bussin mad rhymes on call
You could say i brung land lines, just Watch ya step
This heres a land mine, Hit ya back hand and spine
Don't call this mankind...
Got you weak in the legs
And deep in ya head thought ya thoughts couldn't worse ill repeat what i said
The Preacher say i rap like i could speak to the dead
I ain't religious I'm suspicious of the reasons instead
Born in Nevada where the powder hand in hand with the Ps
So everything shaped to be what you happen too see
Stumblin down the street Off a couple OE's
Grew up a screw up, ima tool, don't open doors with the keys
Im in yo whip like you nusy sold me the lease
Let down my dreads light this wood
And let it blow in the breeze while I'm Cruisin down the 95...