Trife Diesel, Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life - Listen Carefully lyrics
[Trife Diesel, Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life - Listen Carefully lyrics]
Yeah, Poof nigga, Vamoose, Your wack to me
Casualties, All you weak emcees
Get slapped for free
Word up, TMF, Theodore, Criminal Grind
Uhh, Phenom the Don, You know how we do it
Mental Instruments, Let's get em
Ayo, Ayo my rap style's bizarre
Like Hendrix on a guitar getting lit
Blowing piff out of cherry scented cigars
Ghetto stars
Black armored cars sitting on corners
PL pimp'n, We some true definition of ballers
Theodore is SG, Kryme, Tommy and me
Robbing sprees, Bob n' weave
Catch a body and flee
Cause when a Ruger pop
I could care less if it's you I shot
My name ring bells from
Broad Street to Huguenot
All the way to Crime's Hill
Nigga we rhyme ill
With signed deals, TMF is how I define real
I wish a nigga would try to violate fam
The lead will leave his head
Swollen like a prostate gland
No disrespect to the Wu, But
I annihilate clans
From East coast to West coast
My feet'll vibrate lands
And I spit blades of glory
Writing ageless stories
And walk the same path these
Rap legends laid before me
Frank ain't last, Nino ain't last
Tony Montana, These is things of the past
Fiction, Played on the screen with a cast
You need to listen
We all got a dream to get cash
I get mine slow, You get yours fast
The Building Boys, Stapleton
Broad Street is the Ave
Posted by one eighty-one, Them guns'll blast
We roll grass
Decorate blunts with chunks of hash
Puff pass, Blow smoke, A nigga done sold coke
Truth, British walkers
See the Hawk flip'n gold ropes
I'm old school
Twenty-eight year human pro tool
That hold tools, No rules, Fuck cops
Walk back to your block with
No shoes and your socks
No jewels on your neck, No ice on your watch
Send a kite to the box and
Let the big kids rip you
And get Biz with a ox
Shoot out your ribs with a Glock
They can't stop the bum rush, The guns bust
Charge, If you in it to win it
Word to God run hard in the race
Now a days niggas out to get that cake up
Money coming slow, Better pick that pace up
Hustlers never know, Where it all goes
Til they get caught sleeping then
That ass do wake up
I'm Bo, Hit the hole like Brandon Jacob
Straight splatter a nigga
Make him pick that face up
I'm a New York Giant, Grip iron
Shit fly'n out of every direction
Eli Manning arms
You better tell your mans to come
I'll put the heat on him like a tanning salon
Hot shots, Chop rocks, Make blocks pop
The product get sold
Beat the road once I got the drop
Haters wanna catch me slipping, I think not
My strip stay clicking them
Yellow and pink tops
Poof nigga, Vamoose, Your wack to me
Casualties, All you weak emcees
Get slapped for free
Casualties, All you weak emcees
Get slapped for free
Word up, TMF, Theodore, Criminal Grind
Uhh, Phenom the Don, You know how we do it
Mental Instruments, Let's get em
Ayo, Ayo my rap style's bizarre
Like Hendrix on a guitar getting lit
Blowing piff out of cherry scented cigars
Ghetto stars
Black armored cars sitting on corners
PL pimp'n, We some true definition of ballers
Theodore is SG, Kryme, Tommy and me
Robbing sprees, Bob n' weave
Catch a body and flee
Cause when a Ruger pop
I could care less if it's you I shot
My name ring bells from
Broad Street to Huguenot
All the way to Crime's Hill
Nigga we rhyme ill
With signed deals, TMF is how I define real
I wish a nigga would try to violate fam
The lead will leave his head
Swollen like a prostate gland
No disrespect to the Wu, But
I annihilate clans
From East coast to West coast
My feet'll vibrate lands
And I spit blades of glory
Writing ageless stories
And walk the same path these
Rap legends laid before me
Frank ain't last, Nino ain't last
Tony Montana, These is things of the past
Fiction, Played on the screen with a cast
You need to listen
We all got a dream to get cash
I get mine slow, You get yours fast
The Building Boys, Stapleton
Broad Street is the Ave
Posted by one eighty-one, Them guns'll blast
We roll grass
Decorate blunts with chunks of hash
Puff pass, Blow smoke, A nigga done sold coke
Truth, British walkers
See the Hawk flip'n gold ropes
I'm old school
Twenty-eight year human pro tool
That hold tools, No rules, Fuck cops
Walk back to your block with
No shoes and your socks
No jewels on your neck, No ice on your watch
Send a kite to the box and
Let the big kids rip you
And get Biz with a ox
Shoot out your ribs with a Glock
They can't stop the bum rush, The guns bust
Charge, If you in it to win it
Word to God run hard in the race
Now a days niggas out to get that cake up
Money coming slow, Better pick that pace up
Hustlers never know, Where it all goes
Til they get caught sleeping then
That ass do wake up
I'm Bo, Hit the hole like Brandon Jacob
Straight splatter a nigga
Make him pick that face up
I'm a New York Giant, Grip iron
Shit fly'n out of every direction
Eli Manning arms
You better tell your mans to come
I'll put the heat on him like a tanning salon
Hot shots, Chop rocks, Make blocks pop
The product get sold
Beat the road once I got the drop
Haters wanna catch me slipping, I think not
My strip stay clicking them
Yellow and pink tops
Poof nigga, Vamoose, Your wack to me
Casualties, All you weak emcees
Get slapped for free