#HeavyHitterZ #OGLT #HolyWarZ well u can find me ,drinking driving down the river road highway middle finger up,hand brake let it rip going sideways When im cruzing down the back street While cranking out a fat beat Boys locked and loaded With parans in my back seat I am an alochic athleet Cronic im on it 30 k down the main Street puffing on product Bothering bitches, Harrash em as i pass em by Ask them if they sick of walking And sugget they ryde Now time to slide To the top of the tukes bitches dieing to fuck us after that drop u back at ya mans just to srt a rukus all the soliders i roll with we cronic chuffers plus we heavy hitters non sluggers so dont bug us infact get back or suffer the wrath from raps writting this is fact you actionly blab fiction im on a forbidden path to friction so listen as i dispesh the waves of ya brain fuction causing combustion hevey hitting compound allways up for somethin it airnt nothing to show u how we do get this party pumbing still attracting conflicts and proplems but quick to solve em from a sworn of dogie cops Pawn shot department plus they onley let me out to have some fun it arirnt a good thing 2 loonatics on alert with guns searching for funds kidnap u desert u and run you arint herad of us they calling us for murdering ones im from the place where murder gets done masterton city once connect with the reffer their airnt a damn thing pritty causing misery when driving through the city yeah im wreckless allways over the limit but each line is prefected when dropping ryhms tht hightech im back in full in effect with pages of flavers ti spit boy u know its the shit so i be dropping hits ever since i was a young inp00 and im a conutine to drop hits gor a long time coming,better be running whenim coming trying to keep up with the pace of the game been smart chasing money entaining the dames still original maintain staying the same the hightech compound heavy hitters the claim im still the type to say what i like when im behind a mike despite the fact that i might in up in a fight still puffing bags of better piper ignighting a laughter just to blaze blunt still representind where i came from dinden winter season the reason im colder then freezing the only thing that chills me out is the weed that i breath in i write a ryme a day putting ink to paper no hope for dole chaser plus i am a soul taker im sick and tired of all these dogie polations