Ceazar Enrico

The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew

And he said,they're guilty

Every fuckin' count

He says they're done

(andre)

Tiger, i think you better get it right

Cuz shit go bump in the night

Came up out tha gutta'

Now it's all butta'

And with my blade i cut like no other

The runnin' of the bulls, muthafucka it's the matadoor

Pep my new reew shoes on the marble floor

Roll around like a copo, eatin' on chicken

I shootin' with my eyes close

Hope i ain't missin'

Firin' up weed till the early mornin'

It's a lil bit lonley since my girl is gone

Got my so called enemies

Yea im back

And you cop sucka fuckas gotta deal with that

Cuz im loose like gun powda' hittin' in tha' cannon

Fly by me dont think about landin'

Think about crashin'

Cuz im about to fall

And not before i break these laws

Muthafucka it's the devils heart beating in your ear

Hear goes the contract sold my career

And im chillin right hear muthafucka in the physical form

Grew my hair back just so i can hide my horns

Na mean

I've seen the rymes on the scene

My rap sound better with crime on the scene

Fillmo down kamikaze a rap

Gotta have a weed sack with my party pack

It's like that

Shit can heel like row mellow

Stir it up till the rocks up and turn yellow

Heavily fiber its the god of khan

Wishes of my verdigo passes on

Knockin' on the pearly gates high off bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palm

Its like that

Ceazar enrico bandello....

Fransico... and anreco....(a couple of times)

Check this out dont move

I hold you like a slow grove

In my mind and my soul ima break rules

Getta new crew

It's something like the coyote gang

Comin' down on your town like black rain

Blunts in cuts an' wrapped up in the indica

Rhymes are ripped and hollow tips when they hittin' ya

Man they really aint a friend of ya

So it ain't no poppin' my mind when they gettin' ya

Turn like a top spittin' colp it gets

Tell a record label die if they hold the check

Cuz its right here homie

The fetish for cash

You get it, then you split it then you hit it an' mash

You talk like a squirrel

I hope you aint a sqwilla

You lookin at a newer fool rap drug dealla

Take flight

Buckle up like a plane ride

Why oh why do i remain high

Shootin at the sky thats over my head

Hoping that the bullets all wake the dead

Loud enough dat it even shake they bed

But quiet enough dat it dont attract the feds

Because i fly like a bat outta' hell

Thats for real

Think like a prisoner sittin in jail

When it comes to these rymes betta' get the scale

Or act like your blind fucking read it in braille

Nigga crime fail

No crime on the ride

All in your eyes its a sign of the times

Heavily fiber its the god of khan

Witness as my verdigo passes on

Standin at the pearly gates high off bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palm

Ceazor enrico bandello....

Fransico... and anreco....(a couple more times)

(song fades)