Nice With Mine (Freestyle)

(Verse)

The homie just like the Coby, scratching with no riff

And you’ll find out how I’m living cause I’m gift is mad swift

Using lips or clips leaving motherfuckers stiff

And move so many key (kis) my first name is Lock, last is Smith

If a nigga ever gets up the nerve to really want to be the herb

With the stick, he gets kicked to the curb

From the dark like a blackout, here to act out

Bring a full pack out, and blow your motherfuckin back out

Shouldn’t have put the contract out, on yourself

Or be an ass nigga, just like the last nigga

So take this blast nigga, to where you know you going

Which will probably be hell, see you there, still flowing

The game don’t stop, it goes on and on

Some shit I done might not been right, but I ain’t never been wrong

I’m too strong, and you couldn’t pay a sucker to win

Or against this black ass motherfucker again

Yo, this sin is what I thrive on and live by

Don’t have my ends and you force me to relive my

Other life, as an uncontrollable savage

Killing niggas over a little cabbage, because I just can’t have it

Reach out and grab it, I'll rip your arm off

At the shoulder and beat your head with it cause I’m colder than the Arctic

So I write nothing but frozen rhymes

Only eat frozen foods, but I can cook frozen minds

Run it to bear the mark of the beast, I be the spark of the East

That shit you talk, in the dark it’ll cease

Slide out like grease, cause I’m slick like that

What’s up with your man, sucking my dick like that?

Riding rough is how we do things, it’s a crew thing

And swinging on my nuts cause more than likely cause yes they do hang

Banged ya up so bad you couldn’t get help from Maaco

Stuck into my grave like Dave out in Waco

So take yo, nondescript ass, bitch ass

To back where you came from, quick fast, or get trashed

Like the garbage, cause that’s just what yo style is

And I see y’all niggas really don’t know what wild is

Have you ever been through a fifth story window

Or shook my a jet black pit with some brindle

Got shot at, or got shot, nine slugs is hot

Go through that, and then you might be on my level…NOT

Yo give money some room, not, fuck it you heard my peeps

And they don’t usually say much, cause they just creep

So you know that your ass is ghost with your rep

So the thing is how you leaving, through the window or the steps