Da Key
Time to lock ya lock door's
Shutters and ya fleet's
Bouta make a call
Pops and Da Key's
Bouta make a flaw
In this heat
Got em on the floor
A stop
Then he knee
Punch em his jaw
I rob
Then I flee
Snatching all his paper
And Im out in the v
No scratch
Or scab
Or cut
And I route off the scene
Diamond's in the rough
Just a mothafuckin dream
Niggas actin tough
Till they out
And its clean
Mobbin til im 30
Fuck the clout's
And ya feen's
Rhymin til im 40
Make it out
When its lean
Im just with my Brodie
And the couch
Full of the green
El Presidente
Fuck a rollie
And that lil ass philippe
Rounding all my wodie's
From The A's To The Z's
I want
What You owe me
From the eighth's
To the P's
Double that shit up
Get No Break's
Thats Da Key
Flaco not a homie
He a snake
In the street's
Mano got a warnin
Rattin with some sneak's
Papo got me yawning
Claimin that he doggin
Its a difference
When you on it
And you flaunt
Make you haunted
Clippin nigga's up
Like a barber
I aint chargin
Im in charge
Of all the loaf's
And the block
And the scope's
Make a house nigga
Come outside
And scream no smoke
Make ya house brighter
Split ya fuckin spleen
And ya throat
Bloody B
Turning Into
Muddy Glee
And don't forget
The fuckin cheese
And cheddar
Greet You With barreta's
With no fucking team
Its only getting better
Its the Love in me
Its the thug in me
You cant fuck with me
Thinkin black diamond's
Gon save you boy
You highly mistaken
Cause the highest in the room
Gon wave you up
In a second
Just another fucking maggit
Claimin you come from New York
Young tool box
Or screwdriver
Claiming he carry chalk
But here's the line's I drew
With mine that showed
A fucking fat ratchet bitch
Mothafuckin actin bitch
Fuckem
Ima buckem
Bury him in water
With no bucket or a tomb
You no King
Or a Queen
Or a Knight
You's a Pawn
But in this fuckin
Game of chess
Im white till you gon
Then im black
At ya funeral
Im back
With the Rook
And The Book
With a sack
That i took
From a few of you
Im everything but bitter
I got my fuckin bite
Like a shark
Its only black and white
ImThe Light
This not checker's
Pick ya poison
And ya weapon
Pick it up
Dead
Shutters and ya fleet's
Bouta make a call
Pops and Da Key's
Bouta make a flaw
In this heat
Got em on the floor
A stop
Then he knee
Punch em his jaw
I rob
Then I flee
Snatching all his paper
And Im out in the v
No scratch
Or scab
Or cut
And I route off the scene
Diamond's in the rough
Just a mothafuckin dream
Niggas actin tough
Till they out
And its clean
Mobbin til im 30
Fuck the clout's
And ya feen's
Rhymin til im 40
Make it out
When its lean
Im just with my Brodie
And the couch
Full of the green
El Presidente
Fuck a rollie
And that lil ass philippe
Rounding all my wodie's
From The A's To The Z's
I want
What You owe me
From the eighth's
To the P's
Double that shit up
Get No Break's
Thats Da Key
Flaco not a homie
He a snake
In the street's
Mano got a warnin
Rattin with some sneak's
Papo got me yawning
Claimin that he doggin
Its a difference
When you on it
And you flaunt
Make you haunted
Clippin nigga's up
Like a barber
I aint chargin
Im in charge
Of all the loaf's
And the block
And the scope's
Make a house nigga
Come outside
And scream no smoke
Make ya house brighter
Split ya fuckin spleen
And ya throat
Bloody B
Turning Into
Muddy Glee
And don't forget
The fuckin cheese
And cheddar
Greet You With barreta's
With no fucking team
Its only getting better
Its the Love in me
Its the thug in me
You cant fuck with me
Thinkin black diamond's
Gon save you boy
You highly mistaken
Cause the highest in the room
Gon wave you up
In a second
Just another fucking maggit
Claimin you come from New York
Young tool box
Or screwdriver
Claiming he carry chalk
But here's the line's I drew
With mine that showed
A fucking fat ratchet bitch
Mothafuckin actin bitch
Fuckem
Ima buckem
Bury him in water
With no bucket or a tomb
You no King
Or a Queen
Or a Knight
You's a Pawn
But in this fuckin
Game of chess
Im white till you gon
Then im black
At ya funeral
Im back
With the Rook
And The Book
With a sack
That i took
From a few of you
Im everything but bitter
I got my fuckin bite
Like a shark
Its only black and white
ImThe Light
This not checker's
Pick ya poison
And ya weapon
Pick it up
Dead
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Writer(s): Victor Matos Jr.
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