Thug Poet

Its Tha Mac More like the Mac back Its all Facts / if its about some blue Notes/ And This i wrote/ Im a Thug poet/ Dat Raps / I wear Many Hats / In fact/ L Ron Hubba Rocc/ Its Rolex on My tick tock /Its me against Tha world like 2 pac l I got My Glock cocked /with Tha extra clip/ I stays lit/ With My Nike's/ I stomp when i step/ I rep My tracks/ Im the Savage gone mad/ Not tha rappper gone bad /So rest in peace th rapper gone bad / Its Tha 208 Thizz/ I got that Christmas / So dont Miss this/ i risk this / its risky business/ Its thizzness / So thizz or Die/ my momey to multiplies/ And a killa told me to never lie/ Im fly /we are not a tie/ i got ties/ i wear every sunday/ yadada say/ all work and no play/ for that skrilla scratch paper chase /Im Back like Mace/ And if its not about that loot its a waste/ And Stacks i chase /i erase/ My composition/ i need a physician/ so somebody call Dr Dre/ tell him im in tha 208/ That bitch i ate/ im irate /So its check mate /Its ice cream cake/ I want my money first/ im cursed /in this life/ So rest in peace Miss eyes/ i highside/ They lied /the games my wife /im married to this shit/ And that hater s*** I I missed /I must've have been taking a nap. thers a gap/ in-between My business And this sickness/And oh my goodness she on fleeet/ And if you ain't pimpin/ take a seat/i preech Tha Truth/ 2 my future/im like future/