Viper - Rap's What I Got lyrics

Locked in the game, now it's time to do this
Roamin' through the land
Like Popeye and Brutus
Ocean on fire, while my boys in the back
By the railway, second lane to the left stack
Off on a mission, to move the sound
Uptown, goin' down, blocker beats all around
Stockin' the arena, with words and phrases
While cash work around, like mice in mazes
As our tunes steal the whole room
To ride straight paid is what I live for
I wanna see you by the age of 33
Up, and all my homies feel me
Now we're gettin' paid in a major ass way
Exchanging words like train cars daily
We get cash, to rap with
That's, big dog on the real
Like there's a motherfucker
Woulda have to change
And he's somebody else's brain
Tied up in a knot, a player gotta rock
In your stereo, jammin' it like Pac'
In this ocean, there's some people real
Tryna' catch a G sleepin' when a balla's fool
And it's fucked up
This shit's whack in a bitch
Checkin' ya dome
For a bullshit paper-ass lick
But I got control, of a body
So my shit like a party
I'ma fall through pumpin' that thang
Bumpin' to the beat thumpin' ghetto game
Lookin' up above
Flyin' through the urban beat
Just like a dove
Where it go, shinin' bright like my shades
Rollin' to the clubs, that's keepin' it real
Playa ACT
All them boys gon' be, that boy J-R-ID-E
Yes it's me, and I betta fit it up
Ballin' through cleanly showin' much
Much love comin' thick, and I'm up
And I'm pumpin' that Screw
You know how the boys in
The deep south will do
Much love to them thugs at the Acres home
Much love on the North Side they got goin' on
Anyway back to the mic and
I'ma keep on clippin' it
Keep on rippin' it, keep on hittin' it
Pass me my microphone, 10 triple up O
That's how it is, it's your boy triple-O
Comin' through, makin' A, J-Ride
Baby bro, you know me
It's just your baby bro
And I'ma keep on busting rhymes till
The day that I die
And jizz-ide and rizz-ide and
Lizz-ide and pres-ide