I'm 2 Good... / Ya Bitch Still Loves My Style...
-The one and only-
Nice is...
=
Curtisey
I'm Nice...
Story behind the song
..u can't fuck with it..
Lyrics
...The boy is back...but I aint talkin about Hova the God...
its Moses,Joseph,Noah the Ark...keep my ear to the street...
and spit that slick,quick,piff shit cold as my heart...so...
steer clear when the Doberman barks...
I don't go toe to toe when I box...I just...tote a chrome in the palm...
making sure you go home ina box...or get stoned in the yard...
like Jezzebel...the way I'm throwing the rocks...
too greazy...and so early with it...too easy...even yo girl's a whitness...
to the python...cause when the mics on...you get ripped,strangled...
broken the clips mangle...smoking...the shit is potent...
my venom spoken...2 minutes is a killa dosage...
I'm much sicker...big truck whipper...crush cars and bust richtors...
pick up broads and fuck britches...whereva you at...I done did it...
and still young with it...listen...keep 2 brutes in a blue coupe...with a moon roof...
Raisen Bran goons who do shoot...they leave you with 2 scoops...
so don't tread on me...the flows heavily favored...no felonies labled...
dope recipe grader...coke heavenly flavored...my cane better be able...
to streatch on the table...my medicine pay roll...invested in banks so...
I can make folds...and lay low...deep in the trenches...
what I'm speakin is business...all you leaches get lifted...
with a 3 piece that leave you dismembered...I'm a beast with the inches...
send your teeth to the dentist...Curtisey the apprentice...
to Allah's teaching I'm gifted...I master ya fate...
*click,blam,blam* with the 8...till you look like Babs in the face...
I told you bastards I'm great...but it aint over...
spit the same potentece of 8 Cobras...which means...
my 16's laced sober...give sick dreams...of bitch screams...
way closer...to skinned heat...like sun-bathing in Daytona...
guns blazing...the great told ya...
