I`m A Pisces

<br>Gettin` in where I fit in, right? <br>What that deuce deuce poppin` like?<br>Baby, I like the way you work that tongue <br>You had a don`t care nigga for 3 weeks sprung<br>It`s the game, the muthafucka calls my name<br>Product made of yola cuz the rules don`t change<br>The prettiest thing is new white wall tires <br>I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I`m such a good liar<br>Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie <br>God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy<br>Microphone cops steady fuckin` off my dealings<br>Even when I`m workin` muthafuckas think I`m chillin`<br>Recruitin` like the army, or even the marines <br>Some get rejected like black jelly beans<br>I`m on the scene in my jeans, smokin` weed from a sac<br>Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps<br><br>Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn`t touch my score<br>A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner<br>My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors<br>Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps<br>Spendin` ways incredible, money untraceable <br>Niggas start to jack when the money ain`t available<br>Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt<br>I`m tryin` to give your fine ass the raw and uncut<br>I got no time to be a crybaby fool<br>Forgive me, but they got me packin` pocket tools<br><br>Fresh out say fuck `em, yeah, I made a gang of raps<br>Smokin` weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks<br>Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride<br>Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes<br>Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades<br>Still tryin` to fuck them freaks from my highschool days<br>B. Adams, do you still love me?<br>Cuz ya first born is strugglin` and it`s hard to stay drug free<br>Cock back loaded and about to explode <br>Like the 12 story `jects, bitch I`m outta control<br>Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye`s #1 client<br>Represent the look like the great Sam Cook<br>Put a star by every freak in my true black book<br>Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan, <br>you dealin` with a microphone bear<br>Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don`t care<br><br>I just can`t quit, shit, the rap game fanatic <br>Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit<br>Cussin` and fussin` at 100 degrees,<br>I think like a blind thief with the vision of g`s<br>Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T<br>Ya lookin` at a nigga who wish he was drug free<br>But nigga that`s a dream in another life <br>So until then my last word is re-light