PO 9 SCOPIN ON ME....lookin for feedback PLZ
Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:22 pm
[align=center]If you see 'em holla its the cops, its the cops. They scopin up on my block\
Po 9 is knowin im holdin glocks. Im wanted for some crimes like flowin rocks\
But im neva showin spots. they cant find my stash I copped my ass a shock box\
my chevy drop top is top notch. I got hip hop listenin to my ink drop\
you got somethin to say i make clips pop.I reversed the shit call it flip flop\
time flys by when my fist rocks. you getta firm fist full of gripped glocks\
The glocks cocked back to drop cats. gettin ready to pop hollow tip shots back\
you wont be shot in the back. call me hitman when i kill men i cop pro stacks\
My minds lyrical art is abstract. people hear the rhymes, they feel em and thats that\
My tounges a mack that click clacks. the clips packed, SubSTanZ spit crack, Yea
the kids back\
So ima just puff up on my sess blunts, mix it with the best dust, and watch the rest front\
My fist caress guns and leave rappers in cardiac arrest like i had they fuckin chest cuffed\
I set up to joox gangsta's for they cake. for gods sake they just some goddamn wankstas and fake\
I create and set stakes and scare cats until they skin chafe and they hair stand straight\
Next i shake em down with my hurtful verbal earthquake making fault lines so just call me a verse quake\
Yea dawg 'cause my words spit sick shit and hit homes quick in one of the fuckin worst ways\[/align]
Po 9 is knowin im holdin glocks. Im wanted for some crimes like flowin rocks\
But im neva showin spots. they cant find my stash I copped my ass a shock box\
my chevy drop top is top notch. I got hip hop listenin to my ink drop\
you got somethin to say i make clips pop.I reversed the shit call it flip flop\
time flys by when my fist rocks. you getta firm fist full of gripped glocks\
The glocks cocked back to drop cats. gettin ready to pop hollow tip shots back\
you wont be shot in the back. call me hitman when i kill men i cop pro stacks\
My minds lyrical art is abstract. people hear the rhymes, they feel em and thats that\
My tounges a mack that click clacks. the clips packed, SubSTanZ spit crack, Yea
the kids back\
So ima just puff up on my sess blunts, mix it with the best dust, and watch the rest front\
My fist caress guns and leave rappers in cardiac arrest like i had they fuckin chest cuffed\
I set up to joox gangsta's for they cake. for gods sake they just some goddamn wankstas and fake\
I create and set stakes and scare cats until they skin chafe and they hair stand straight\
Next i shake em down with my hurtful verbal earthquake making fault lines so just call me a verse quake\
Yea dawg 'cause my words spit sick shit and hit homes quick in one of the fuckin worst ways\[/align]