DJ Enuff Freestyle

Up and out merger, it's foul murder

Turkeys to cow burgers, the code to 'I'll murder'

Child, if you style or wild splurge

Stay away, okay? Mr. Giles'll hurt ya

I ain't go to school, stayed the hell at home

In the real estate, dawg, I seen hella homes

You was selling out, I was selling homes

Selling dreams to the phone, I can sell the tone

Plus the science lab, I mix mercurochrome with silicone

Fella in the vanilla cone

At school, he would play the recorder

Now-a-days he work for feds and plays his recorder

You think he placing, he taping his order

Marking the bills, JV

Tasting the water

We duct taping his daughter

That's the taping they taught us

In addition, add the eighth and the quarters, get it

In addition, Ma, yeah, you get it, dawg

Gets an addiction

Kitchen whipping and flippin' raw

Get it all off the kitchen floor

My bag is the bag is the bag

He's askin' me what I'm bitching for

What I'm bitching for?

Is to put the is in or

First, his or hers, bitch, go pitch it, whore

No disrespect, Mama, no disrespect at all

In a year or two maybe you could get a store

You should honor my core

You want a Honda Accord

I'm tryna turn you into entrepreneurs

That's a real friend, that's a homie, right?

Right true, I feel that it's only right

That I live the Life of Riley

I done did knifes in alleys, pipes in rallies

Now I'm catching flights to Cali

Looking for a wife to spouse-y, I pipe her proudly

She understands my life gets rowdy

I'm the sensei, comprendre?

Ya iced, we outie

Yo, now I done been on both sides of the fence

I done been on both sides of the gate

Survived and escaped

Look at me now, man, I'm driving away

Thinking 'bout my old teachers who said I'd rot and decay

I go back to and beep the horn at 'em

Blowing that Cheech and Chong at 'em

Yelling, screaming the boy's platinum

It all happened so fast, they all imagined I'd crash

But I did, straight through the wall

I'm bad like Michael was, see what the cycle does

Three-sixty spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah, it's coming, soldier

April's the month it's over

Yeah, your run is over

The album is done, I told ya

What a classic I made, I look up, see Cam

See the game, what a path that he made

A beautiful mind trapped in the shade

Cracking codes for the man that only stands in the back of my brain

At last I done came up in her face

True author, like the great doctor Malachi York was

You can't respect the amount of jewels in this new wide movement

If you don't respect the amount if dudes in this two live moment

Me and Killa, we like them, those two guys moving I-95, South Dirty

With them two pies moving

Tryna crease out the lightning

Tryna keep they excitement

But it's hard as bullshit in this game

Plus them secret indictments, and you co-conspirators

And you coke conspirators

Be easy on the phone, dawg, 'cause you know they hearing us

You styling them bitches 'cause you know they serious

This picture, it's so easy to draw

Stop and freeze at them whores

Then we speed off in cars

Then we breezing the law

Blowing that weed from my jaw

G's up, hoes down, eastside to my dawg

All the time, man

Thanks for even asking

But we've been seen in Aspens

In the pool house, the hot tub with that steam relaxing

And we been seen in action

Keep them fiends collapsing

You know they thirsty and they nodding, and even scratching

They see me, my actions

I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing

I live that rocky road

Copping poppy's load

It was like copping gold

I shut them poppy's load

I hit the strip, dawg

I see the cops get low

Now I'm living the life

I got the stop and gos

Big cars, big stars like it's rock and roll

Let's rock and roll