illwittdeez
aka Breh Wyatt
Go post biggie's quotables
Flava In Ya Ear (Remix)
nikkas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
fukk a fair one I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,
Uhh,
Ransom notes,
Far from handsome...but damn a nikka tote,
[What ya' tote]
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
The shyt is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop...fukk hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
Pack the gat a lot,
The flav's bout to drop uhh,
Ten Crack Commandments
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dikks and no bytch
Find yourself in serious shyt
These few bars >>>>> than Ross's catalogue
The Points
I went from
Construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin' mixtapes
To bytches, feedin' me grapes
Feed my mind state
Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
fukk the game, gimme the dame and the Range
My nikkas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
I'll blow you when you step in the car
That's that superstar
Status apparatus
More wiz to Cassius
Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime
As my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley (So)
So I crush
Emcees to guacamole, makin' Robin scream, "Holy moley!"
Big Poppa
fukk a cape, I'm that Paper
Crusader
Playing Sega
In the wide body Blazer