SmokeOne. clubs and hearts

If I had another chance at life I wouldnt swap it,

Not even for new bike, ya gotta want it.

Improve my visions with expert provision,

Ya wanna hear mad flows, well sit down and listen.

Im undeniably causin notoriety on this site,

Slappin cunts down with a mic and a servin of stage fright.

Try if you like,

Think ima give up..boy you gotta fight,

Ill sit here and spit pissed raps all night.

They call me the surgeon and parksides where im lurking,

Straight out the dark stab ya through ya heart,

Vicious, like a great white shark.

U gotta spark? I wanna light this spliff,

Sit back trip out and reminise.

Of the good days getting paid dirty money,

I see you laughing but tell me, whats funny?

Whats your excuse for ya drug use,

Ive had friends tie em selves up with a noose.

Gives me the spooks but I miss em though,

Hope ya all hear me down here spittin flows.

I gotta go theres more money to make,

Pray when I step on these streets my life stays straight and narrow,

Jumpin up on the curb shot down by an arrow.

This is it my eyes start to close,

I heard someone yellin 'is he alright?'.... Fuck knows.

Where am I going I wonder,

Voices so loud it rings out like thunder, is this heaven,

Nah this cant be it,

Place looks like wu-tangs had an orgy in the gravel pit.