I've always felt like Harlem streets and Girls ain't get enough appreciation.. Girls is funny
"If rap was head, she could be Twista"
I love this verse
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb-happy
Go to the gun show, get gun-happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milled
Tone, flint, sticks, bo, Chub's milk
Pucci baba, but I got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel nikka
Ya, we'll just clap up your brains, snatch up your chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
Attached to my frame, tapped to my brain, the fact still remains:
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be asking for Dame, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
And anyway, homeboy, you a grown-ass man, shyt
And when I rap it ain't no punchline
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
No timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stash box just one time
shyt, they'll put the dogs in the truck
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as fukk
They want that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances one-on-one with the K9
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
fukk y'all if y'all ain't feeling the Dips
Chicken Head skit always kills me
Every beat on this album is fire!