Slader

Why do people trip over the racism shit The only color that matter to me is gettin the green, ya dig? Cuz ill still run up in your crib, with a fully loaded clip To take all your money and yo chips With no relation to the color of your skin Your life is hangin by a pin, it dont matter where you from or been Cuz the barrel of the gun stays on your chin Whether your cryin or your beggin The trigger has no feelin, it'll take you apart like its stealin Cuz once i reel it in, theres no lookin to your friends Theres no friends boy, cuz we all need to make ends If you cant comprehend you gettin eaten by the sharks or the feds When its all at its end, you gonna be bleedin red Ima be top of the mountain just like i said... Juz a lil sumthin..

These catz is fuckin with the wrong nigga, Im the lyrical assassin Ill rip you open like a can of rations Point the gun and start blastin Boy, Im alwayz lastin Goin twenty rounds Stayin gunbound Its hard to tell why im not found Nigga im the best around Dont got to prove it to anybody Blowin up like a kamikazee Stackin on maseratis, bendin the game like im doin pilates Sorry, maybe that was a lil much for ya But i do it like i make it work for ya I do what i do, and its all about whos who Im the lyrical Dr.Seuss I put gats to your back M.I.A. is on my brand new fitted hat Check out my new limited edition cadillac Stick to the facts, Slader got the hottest mixtape with the hottest tracks

Child complications and a dose of cocaine Just another combination for mental pain Ya think ya gonna grow up to be a star But sorry, u aint gonna be the one driving the fancy car Just another nigga workin the drive thru Watchin sucess pass right by you You ask god for a pass But again my bad rejection alwayz lasts You try to see your past But you cant behind the mask So your only task Is to empty that flask Going back to class Knockin out in the middle of lab Hopin you dont get crabs Off the bitch at the party "Didnt mean to it was all the barcardi" Your homeboy comes around talkin all that smack Couple days later he gets shot up, bullets to his back You turn to dope Cuz you cant find hope Walkin the streets lookin for coke You got a tail Picks you up and throws your ass in jail Livin life in a cell Hopin you die and go to hell Cuz the inmates are starting to smell Suddenly you think "How did i end up here it was all a blink" What happend to skatin at the ice rink Chillin with your girl, kickin it with the homies Makin fun of the dope fiends Stayin low key Listenin to Cds When offered drugs nigga please I dont need no weed You did the deeds and ended up wrong Now you the theme to my song Cell door unlocks Officer checks out the cot Your comin with me whether you like it or not Takes you to the entrance Of the whole detention You free to go son "Stop Lynchin"....