Rock Cocaine lyrics

Check It, Listen
I said how many hits does it take to get, a hole in the center of your face with my right hand b*tch
A n*gga ever cross the line ima make you see my steal come out the back of your head
When I present n*ggas say Beabaracas in the place (yeah i said it)
Kick a n*gga playin soccer witcha face, my n*gga you playin with fire smashin every Harry, Tom an di*k the rapper cut the peace im very interested in conflict n*gga
Copper watch turn it up a notch purchase couple rocks shine to much when you look away you see movin' color blotches. Credentials is some legend sh*t you can check it I command a certain level of respect my n*gga check my method
Jump back follow my instructions while we pump crack reggeanomic track see I officially run that, spit flow that will spill like a funnel and pack clubs like traffic in the battery tunnel
Listen, you fake n*ggas doin scams I bein pullin spoof pop n*ggas like you, make sure your feet is bullet proof
Coz im aiming for you, don't peace pus*y, don't push me leaving u mushy smelling like ass and vagina sumbadusi.. I think you arowack your sh*ts a darowak n*ggas always into getting there bone marrow cracked, crome barrow crack that's when you n*ggas will start to sing a tune im killing snitches and f**kin a lot of witched bring a broom
But I ain't really trustin none of these hoes, especially if they ain't cooking and cleaning pressing my clothes, sh*t it ill b*tch if u buggin like all this sh*t is sweet see ima dog I p*ss by hydrant and f**k em in the street
F**k a corp or lay a b*tch n*gga on the concrete I got a fake day posimate sending n*gga the beat. So I can't continue to beat you brutal and abusive like a scavenger you watch me giving tha streets the exclusives now
A lotta n*ggas need to stop babbling a migrate street sh*t b*tch I live the rotten apple mind state I layed off the henny so I can focus on u n*ggas treat you like jews and give it to you kosher for my n*ggas
sh*t historical like mummy's in an open tomb salute the general when I be stepping in an open room. mostly brag and I be poppin sh*t and im ready and willing cakin out and poppin on a n*gga like a f**ken contract killing
Blackin out is exactly what I be doin every day salute the general b*tch and just check my f**kin resume. Weed be all up in my lungs when the crop harvest spaz out on a random n*gga like my name Artest
Watch alotta n*ggas suffocating never breathin in and sentence a couple n*ggas to they death like scott peterson b*tch just know that im a flipmode soldier and I will damage anything I thought someone woulda told ya!