Rozz Dyliams - Roadman lyrics

Heard that you'd been in kahoots
With some hoes that got the boot
Drawn and quartered
'bout to tear your bitch ass
Tongue out by it's root
Rooting for the enemy I had
To see you suffer too
If I was a stupid ass bitch
I'd be just like you
Bucking for a band or two
Holding five, going live
For the past 5 or 6
Years I've been trappin fool
Rozzy is a roadman, standing in my kappa suit
Strapped for any battle in Seattle
Serve a savage ruth
What the fuck you think gonna happen
Fucking with my Handzum crew
I got roadmen and they shoot
Send my roadmen after you
Bullets bumpin' like Beirut
I say dump it and they shoot
Break out with them RPG's and pull
Up like a pamper do dylan, the toolman
Dude you're freaking cool man
Pull up with the lickel bang thing
And reload the bitch like a food stamp

Knock - Knock, who's that?, R O
Double Z Y, hello hi
Hella agitated so I keep my
Message thread drier than Sudan
Heavy gun like Uganda, Heavy gun like Sudan
Attitude like Phillip Decker and I'm really
Back up on the move man
Feeling like a brand new man
Everybody still hate
Though cause I'm on top like a halo
Spray it up like faygo heavy gun like halo
But this ain't no game bitch
Never fail, never fold, never
Soft, never quit, never fade bitch
Lane switching with the paint drippin
Turn your neck I'm about to
Catch your main bitch
Turn her out and make her walk the track and
Bring it back until her feet break bitch

Break hoe, break north, I don't take no break
Break a dumb hoe, point me a tone
Point me straight to the safe
Cloaked up, mask down
Bitch I feel just like the wraith
Nine the gauge, I'm in a rage
Doing 90, with no breaks mental breaking
Breaking down all up in the
Funky town got me awake
I don't care about a dang old thing
I don't care if I'mma die today
Bust it down, just like a play
Push my problems out the way
You can get it if you wanna get it
You would never get it anyway
Fast break, point break
Bring it back to the point mane
Score a point, point em out
I'll point it at ya like point blank

Whatcha know about the road
Many mans sold his soul to the road
Hands like me go dummy on the road
I get money on the road
Hit the jack, hit the road
Came back from back to back sold out shows
As soon as I'm back I'm gonna go down coast
And stick mans up for the whole pound though
Whatcha know bout G's whatcha know bout P's
Whatcha know bout Keys
Whatcha know bout G's like these
Whatcha know bout back in 07' when I
Use to have a fold out phone
Wake up get back to the road
I love money and the man of reload
Mans like me chase after the cash
No, i never dash after the hoe