Lyrics

Intro: We doing this dog/moleyroley,back again.mr dramtic/bringing that static/to all you niggaz,yall know who im talking about/you ran out on us/you ran out on us/and you ran out on us/not to metion what you took/we still here keeping it gutta/keeping it grimmy/im about to take this shit all the way to the top,moleyroley/ 1st verse: now all i got in this world,is my word and my balls/im'a die as a man,and i dont need niggaz to sugar cult my flaws/whenever im wrong,it's the young black talented and gifted/wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth/so everyday,i hung out at the drug house/with sprung out feingz and o'gz/with big gold chains and diamond rings/old school niggaz,who schooled me to the game/now check it/after my man drop the bass line,it's a rap baby/now just relax baby/it's a grimmy life/music my first wife/how i rip up the mic/show em what a gee like/fake crimez,a never be as great as the champion/shake the grounds of the studio up,the rap shaolyn/with exclusive grammer/far from an amerture/hip hop created a monster,rap hannibal lecture/ "8 bar chorus" "now; all i got in this world,is my word and my balls/i'll be damned,if i bow to these laws/all i got in this world,is my niggaz trump tight till the death,and to you fake niggaz fuck yall/if im so cold,and my flow is supper hot/then do they get in the way/stay in your place for you get run over by my 4 doe chevorlet" 2nd verse: You been there for me dog since day one,and i owe you my nigga/never put nothing before you,my nigga/when we first met,we connected crazy on some real shit/plotted how we soon would advance in this rap shit/formed a record label,then these niggaz started hateing/not to mention how my mans splitt,cause they aint the patience/but we still here gutter/still keeping it tru/how would you feel if your right hand man was to cross you/reach for the highest limit/roll by,niggaz grinning/mad at my shine,it's moley time to make a killing/hit em with the doe boy sound/i know you watching me homie/try that bullshit,homie im'a lay you down/i speak easy,greasy with a raspy flow/niggaz want to kill me,who gone be the first to go/make moves like the rich men do/'stratagize" buy an army,hand weopons down the colums of the troops nigga/ "8 bar chorus" watch me kill em,how the style switch up,with more flavors than skittels,it's mr Dramatic/not just your average rapper/trump tight/we gone make history tonight/get rich,most definitly/rep the west coast homie/we that dope/in calie,we that hot/2t's ring bells like LL Cool j/we dont need a Dj/fuck what your man say/we'll kill that ass off,so niggaz watch ya fucking mouths/for we shuv a couple gunz in em/we the shit,till this world blow up/strap ya man down with c4,the only way he blowing up/hip hop,wont resist the gratitude,i speak so emackalent/spinning niggaz heads back with this/cause,none of yall niggaz cant fuck with me,so leave that there impossible/bullets leave niggaz no testacles/get choped down like vegatables/so leave that there impossible/told you niggaz,cant fuck with me. "8 bar chorus" written & Co produced by: Mark Straight aka; Moley_Roley