Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1

Some think that I`m a flake, but I`m no fake nigga cause I<br>Drink a bitch, make him a witch and burn his ass at the stake<br>With the .44 mag it`s so simple<br>Put it to his temple, fuck it, I give a nigga permanent dimples<br>Easing up on the fast slow, but I let your ass know<br>The block`s too hot like Tabasco<br>Brand New Heavies on the tracks, G Rap on the wax<br>Cold bumping, got motherfuckers doing jumping jacks<br>You motherfuckers lost it<br>I bake your ass like a cake and all y`all flakes get frosted<br>Cause when G Rap is on the mix<br>Niggas start shitting bricks and turning into chick with small dicks<br>So a bitch, lyrics with a live band<br>(Yo this shit is funky) Yo fuck funky, the shit hit the fan<br>Shame if you`re stepping to my set<br>You niggas get wet, nah fuck it, it`s just a motherfucking death threat<br><br>Yeah, I got you bitches on lockdown, you niggas get knocked down<br>You`re running cause I`m gunning your block down, punk<br>So save the bitch riff cause my four-fifth lifts<br>I`m tossing stiff off of fucking cliffs<br>Get close, I got you on scope, you walking on thin rope<br>So I`m a shoot `em up like dope<br>Cause to make my notes I`m a cut throats<br>Bodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man`s float<br>Straight down a river<br>Huh, with a bullet inside his motherfucking liver<br>Another hooker got thrown out<br>Stepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown out<br>So you niggas better buck<br>Cause when my coat`s full of buckshots, I don`t give a fuck<br>You think you`re down with the murder guys<br>Bullshit, say hello to that dirt you`re gonna fertilize<br>You wonder why the area`s stark<br>Homicides just fell ten bones since our car drove<br>When they opened the other trunks that were closed<br>Full of five unidentified John Does<br>All found dead on arrival<br>Cause I pulled up slowly and made `em holy like Bibles<br>They find a letter and cassette<br>Red and said it`s just a motherfucking death threat<br><br>Send the bodies to the morgue for a freezing<br>I got the motherfucking finger on the trigger cause it`s nigga season<br>A punk tried to drop me<br>I left the body sloppy so they can`t perform an autopsy<br>Dig a hole for the bitch<br>And put all his pieces and bits inside a ditch<br>Yo, you don`t think you`re going under<br>I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number<br>So if you want to play games<br>I`m blowing you the fuck out the frame<br>You tried to front and got murdered last night<br>So now you float to the motherfucking light<br>So I`m a step to your grave and make a toast<br>And start shooting at your motherfucking ghost<br>So may the Lord be with ya<br>Cause I ain`t no saint and I don`t paint pretty pictures<br>It ain`t nothing but bloodshed<br>Stains of brains on the rug and less blood in your head<br>You want to make me upset?<br>Huh, then I`m a promise you a motherfucking death threat