Alligator Blood

Caught up in the rhyme like a dopefiend,
freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams,
I keep the 40 fo' shizzle nizzle pizzle wizzle kizzle yea with yellow skittles you might see me in the streets man with my mizzle, float like a condor,
check me out when I soar run like a wild boar gods make the rains pour
I'm in heels kitchen tiga you better listen money gon' be mad and freaks gon' keep on bitchin actin like a Georgetown press yea ask for
Nickatina you gettin Nickatina man motha fuck
the rest devils and runnin rebels take it to other levels
talkin shit with a spliff behind the gas pedal

Alligator blood fangs the way we hustle yo
its somthing like a drug mayn buckle up and
take a ride through this cats brain and
youll see all the pain the strain the game no love mayn.

I'm from tha projects so you know I'm a project
that money and weed be the susbject its like a rough neck man
witha tough deck spittin game by the pound
like whats next I can think of better things
but in my brain its like a colluseam tiga
full of mother fuckin raider games
its like its critical situation so critical
it makes me play the smokey rob in a miracle
don't touch that we break out like we hells bats
went from sellin like crack yea the raw raps,
penaliz everything is on the finer line
hear the noise see the light then its dramtize

You best control your BOSS theme or
you'll be bustin 44's in a lost dream
sella tommy tucker up high like a Rahim
lyrics still on the grill you feel you still you kill
you nearly get the devils eye mothafucka
yea don't stare there or picture yourself up in the wheelchair
paralyzed can't move from the war wounds
wild dogs get to barkin at the full moon
trust me I'm a such a liar spittin for my desire
rap and bang the same just like a church quire in harmony
I keep it dope like a pharmacy pretty hoes that talk shit man
don't bother me pardon me like a car
sometimes startin' me i'ts like a tune up
then move up then you shoot up with a hyeena laugh style
awake like a white owl rasin more eyebrows
just with the profile smash pumpkin get away
its like i got away teachin de shore C K and MJ on a daily basis
smellin like a red rose Chuck Taylors is the flavor for the street clothes.

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