Rollin` Dolo

That`s right, Boston<br>Yeah, Boston niggas be rollin` dolo from state to stae<br>It`s nothing, we do this<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Still nobody guards I stay sucker free<br>Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees<br>Rollin` Dolo from state to state<br>Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate<br><br>[Guru]<br>Yo, jealousy can kill so I test my skill<br>Any pomp I can romp and stomp at will<br>Now as I gets my thrill it`s like my daily drill<br>You spill raps and in (?) I`ve been made to ill<br>You can`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walk<br>Been dwelling with the muggers and the murderers talk<br>Your shocked by the way I regulate ya` obliterate ya`<br>Erase your obsolete weak cheap data<br><br>[ED O.G.]<br>It`s this hip-hop art I stay true to, crack brew to<br>I fuck your girl a lot better than you do<br>The type of lyrics I spit will never fail you<br>Battle you online, type a letter forward it then email you<br>Take you off the track and de-rail you<br>Get the hell out my face don`t want to be near you<br>Don`t want your snippets hate your album or your headshots<br>It`s ED O.G. in the black-fitted Red Sox<br>Thuggin` the streets but you soft at home<br>You got skills off the dome?<br>I`m a off your dome<br>This is a battlefield, no time for screaming and yelling<br>You get smacked in the face use your ice for the swelling<br>Besides the records I`m selling<br>My momma` raised no felon<br>On the hunt like Helen<br>For whack rappers who`s jellin`<br>This is drama not a kitty show<br>You want to get fucked up<br>Like the low-budget video<br>I know a lot of time`s passed<br>The ED O.G. is still here and ya`ll still half-ass<br><br>[Chorus]<br>{Ya`ll still half ass}<br>{Ya`ll half-ass rappers}<br>Still nobody guards I stay sucker free<br>Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees<br>Rollin` Dolo from state to state<br>Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate<br><br>[Big Shug]<br>It`s the return of the mouth-musher, skull-crusher<br>Pack myself with two nines and (?)<br>That nigga all day beating down suckers<br>Sporting the game making it get more rougher<br>The face-puncher the hot-cruncher<br>The have it with gods for the law out-to-luncher<br>The seven-thirty, know I`m more than a sick man<br>The streets raised this wild ass nigga from "Murderpan"<br>The real rapper the pimp-slapper<br>The put on the socks with your suit and stay dapper<br>Whoa, the chump-choker the backwood tree smoker<br>Stash the gats in the sofa it`s all over<br>One life to live and that`s that<br>I keep my lyrics heavily packed and cocked back<br>I`ll smash you right in your fucking face black<br>I`m the realest nigga what you know about that<br>I`m a let my skills shine like brand new chrome<br>And tell them son-niggas you run with that daddy`s home<br>I roll dolo from state to state it feels great<br>And in two thousand get on the stage and demonstrate<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Still nobody guards I stay sucker free<br>Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees<br>Rollin` Dolo from state to state<br>Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate<br><br>[Guru]<br>No holds barred I`m going all out<br>I don`t think your for real I think your all mouth<br>So bust one for my dogs locked down<br>And for my real rap lovers know I got it locked down<br>Untill your blocked down, punks get beat down<br>You can`t rock a party take a seat you clown<br>I frown upon scavengers and wannabe`s<br>Commit atrocities upon MC`s who think they heart is mean<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Still nobody guards I stay sucker free<br>Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees<br>Rollin` Dolo from state to state<br>Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate<br><br>[Krumbsnatcha]<br>Smokey gray Lexus, diamond necklace<br>We livin` wreckless and die for these inspectors<br>The four pounders, cock the name on you out-of-towners<br>And what, henne` filled cups peep the diamond cut<br>Ice, paradise, living in the thug life<br>Married to the game fuck a lame diggin` out your wife<br>Loving all these block wars do shit that`s uncalled for<br>Make money in your spot get it locked, shoot down four<br>For all your ghetto revenues<br>Spraying through any avenue<br>Running I`ll be grabbing you<br>Hog-tied and smacking you<br>With heaters on purpose<br>Hold you hostage like you was Turkish<br>And your pussy ass elevated gut it down your worthless<br>These thoughts is vivid and we talk if you live it<br>Rappers brag about a town but don`t get respect in it<br>Ain`t a damn shame, whats thats man`s name<br>That got a flame to his nut<br>Clearing out his spot with a rusted hook<br>Trust me it`s not this entertainment<br>Ask the judges that face me on the arrangement<br>Plus I came with, hundreds of niggas that think the same<br>The plastic hotter than acid to melt the brain<br>You know the rest man