Scottie Pippen

No need proceed as KGB, them old leafs,

Police killa, see me two-4 chillers, that's the old me,

Books of deceit believed right before me,

Hooks weak as old knees, relieved like,

sand on beach tables, how I blow em away,

ALS on my wrist, tap anybody line, bitch

Freddie K in ya sleep, be paralyzing,

you dream, outta line, Rip through ya face,

how ya camp out snitching, You hating on dames,

that's anti-bitches, slit my dad veins though if that ass stop bitching,

just how the rap games go, hungry captured slaves fold on TV,

too many faces, grins I never seen,

way too many gringos chilling, Anger in me keep on building,

Too many songs 'bout keys in, pots and ceilings,

that's never gone change though, hoe-dad children be driven,

but the phase old,tripping on moments old rappers hope reliving,

Trials we live in, Sin go away,

inhale smith and wesson green slugs,

sesame, sprinkle at them motherfuckers clean,

bread on some beef through arenas,

deaded all kings and their queens,

fiends never say no they too busy saying yeah,

By the way, who the fuck wife a vixen,

Kung Fu hustle meat cleaver splitting heaters of air,

wiped my dick in her cleavage for years,

That's pimping, that's reason for prayer,

motherfucker keep peeping your rear view,

motherfuckers better keep heat real near you,