Rawgizzle - CES Cru

I overheard you sayin' I said something you couldn’t feel

Now I’m stabbin' up this track much sicker than Butcher Bill

You probably like a whack ass wagon with wooden wheels

You’d probably like to jack that pattern you shouldn’t steal

Life’s wicked, I kick it with people that like to pick it

Are you lining up or livin' off fans riding your nuts

No matter how much you light it up

You can’t get it as high as this

The mind i’ll bust elite like the mind of a Zionist, quit tryin' to pry us apart

I’ll quit rhymin' with Godemis the day the beef stops over the Gaza strip

Ubiquitous, a mouthful, I stick to my guns

Your head sick when it spun from the flick of my tongue

Addicted to drugs bitch, smoke a spliff in the sun

The wall in the west bank’s a lot thicker than blood

I violate your residence, the lock pickin’est thug

Then use the gat to rob that was shot with us in club

To beat the killer’s ass within an inch of his life

Realize my ignorance did not finish him off

Drop the gat that put his ass got flippin' with us

About facin' to a gat, cocked, splittin' my mug

He’s not stickin' me up

One shot hit then I’m done

Playin' with Glocks helluva lot different than fun

Dedicated to Rawgizzle with love

You draw pistols and guns

While suckin' on Popsicles and thugs you little…