Lyrics
Now you check it,
as i wreck it,
and i get well respected,
making mics turn hectic,
J-O-E thats me im uncompairable,
i spit so ill i make the mic feel terrible,
i grab glocks that make you stop make you think twice,
that you rot down my block cuz my thoughts aint nice,
i represent B-G im down for my hood,
aint friends with everybody but i guess i should,
this one nigga down my block dont like me,
too many arguments now he wanna fight me,
enough talkin bout niggas that sweatin me,
no names just hints but he aint forgettin me,
but check it,
as i paralyze this mic,
the slanted spittin guard like the eyes of asian dikes,
the mic obeys his thirst like sprite,
you get it?,
he's drinkin my life,
cuz my life in all verses like hunger on pregnant wives,
im holdin anger, tighter than a virgin pussy bolted down,
until they see me break loose nigga, I'll be around
now i said it once and ill say it again,
fuck the hoe nigga who aint my friend,
i dont sweat you,
so drop the beef cuz i dont respect you,
im talkin to every muthafucka who dont like me,
bitch niggas hated on me tryin to strike me,
i dont hide,
i roll one deep inside,
fuck yall i keep my pride,
only mexican rapper that makes bitches cry,
im lyrically spoken,
got you spiritually hopin,
that if i pull the gun, the trigger starts chokin,
32 semi-automatic,
got hoe niggas wishin i had it,
but i have it,
dont forget i start havok,
i put my life in your hands, i hope you grab it,
BITCH HOLLA!
