I'm A Pisces Songtext

Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce deuce poppin' like?Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks sprungIt's the game, the muthafucka calls my nameProduct made of yola cuz the rules don't changeThe prettiest thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liarKill dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a nigga under pressure and greedyMicrophone cops steady fuckin' off my dealingsEven when I'm workin' muthafuckas think I'm chillin'Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines Some get rejected like black jelly beansI'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sacMuthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine rapsYa hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn't touch my scoreA Farrakhan listener, white world prisonerMy frisk down is just like the state pen for visitorsGhetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine rapsSpendin' ways incredible, money untraceable Niggas start to jack when the money ain't availableBaby you talk too much, pass the bluntI'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncutI got no time to be a crybaby foolForgive me, but they got me packin' pocket toolsFresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of rapsSmokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracksStraight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of prideCheck the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyesHad to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shadesStill tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool daysB. Adams, do you still love me?Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug freeCock back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I'm outta controlAlpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 clientRepresent the look like the great Sam CookPut a star by every freak in my true black bookClutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan, you dealin' with a microphone bearTear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don't careI just can't quit, shit, the rap game fanatic Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habitCussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees,I think like a blind thief with the vision of g'sChewy used to do me, listen to Ice-TYa lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug freeBut nigga that's a dream in another life So until then my last word is re-light