Pitbull Terrier

im from the era or rhyme, reagan

and from my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin'

valentine heart shooter

pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter

a pit bull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya

add a two door straight pirrhana

i keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla

skinny baby done dollar

and when i rip theese raps to gat ya back it aint no prada

nicky is a matter doer

yo whatcha get it for

its like rain when the money pour

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya

i keep it dark as darth vader

i keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors

three bullets just grazed ya

and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya

it was the ultimate caper

and as the year pass i fear we talk about paper

pitbull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya

ya see i step through whats up to all my nephews

im leavin the suckers to super heros to rescue

and every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept through

its been a long time we shouldnt have left you

ima locate the spot ima go steak the block

its nation wide knowin ima rotate the clock

around timing rebudle and make it seem so drastic

visual havin feel its no longer lasting

start the rhyme shootin computin with many brains

no time for tootn' make a comback like eddy caine

never cross game or piont with steady aim

i put it so simple in the crookedest way

ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no mistake

dont give a fuck i aint gonna wait

knowin its more than me

its weaker when you know that its right

i hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice

sometimes im lucky as luciano

and i collect little things like ships thats made in the bottle

block monster ass steak

butterflys surround my waiste i shake but still beat the case

laid out like a bear rug

beacause the way i sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin like a bear hug

man i aint never met a fair thug

baby you with me or not cause you know i dont share love

i kick back in the twilight

man thats the wicked little brother of the thing we call the limelite

i switch lanes in the fast life

and this psycic said i was king tut in my past life

i looked at her like "thats right" yeah

respect the law the star born to break the law

machine gun alibi, its like a lullaby

we smoke weed and we dont cry

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya...