m rollin...

m rollin rollin rollin
homies callin waivin shoutin
bitches wantin wantin wantin
haterz watchin freakin runnin
m rollin rollin rollin

i take all liberties
kill u in yo panties
so many reasons 2 die
u fucked up all calamities

ma aura simply complicated
ma style clearly sophisticated
ma rhyming juggernaut hits hard
eva heard small words so weighted???

last time I hears haterz dey pleadin
cut demselves up its all bleedin 
fly run swim warp yoself
u cant hide ma range shootin

m a freak live in fear,
m a devil at once disappear,
I munch on flesh n blood
kids runaway wen m near

m rollin rollin rollin
homies callin waivin shoutin
bitches wantin wantin wantin
haterz watchin freakin runnin
m rollin rollin rollin

I hate dis rap shit...

i neva wantd 2 do dis bt dis shit keeps me alive in ma hardest time I owe Pac, Biggie for stinging me with rap bug

I hate dis rap shit
bt I luv dis rap shit
m standin on ma feet
I owe dis rap shit

dis rap game aints fr kids
my magic hat is filld wid tricks
ma mansion walls made of
money nah aint made of bricks

well I aint still will kill
I rule all so y 2 kill?
I change more galz dan attire
screwin'em ma everyday drill

y work hard wen I got it relaxin
y smoke weed wen we luv drinkin
y go 2 a fuckin club wen I
can njoy in ma own club strippin

i aint no black I aint no white
m brown, yeah U geussd it rite
itz da nu color on da block
blow da doorz off wid all might

I hate dis rap shit
bt I luv dis rap shit
m standin on ma feet
I owe dis rap shit

I am not a born criminal...part 3

his son neva saw his father
has strikin resemblance or mayb rather
was a mirror image of him juz
a bit more sharper n more faster
long time dey left da city
he neva knew his past,wat a pity
soon he realize sumthin missin
he silently left unda heavy ambiguity
people were shocked 2 see him in real
dey thought his father rose in real
he was told all he neva heard of
he met his father nemesis in real
he aimed n tried 2 kill his son
bt was killed by da boy wid his own gun
he told his family his destiny...
behold! rise of a gangsta wid risin sun

(father's name FAROKH,son's name JAMAL)

I am not a born criminal...part 2

he had guns,money yes he had power
family left all memories dat were sour
money started pourin in
juz like sand in da glass hour
he married a frnd from his childhood
was inspiration for many in across da hood
dis power game is not made for one
he made enemies ready 2 kill for their own good
His wife being fed up asked him 2 quit everything
wen a boy was born  n he didnt care for anything
he asked his followers to support him
bt some unhappy believed in evil for backstabbing
dey killd his best man wen he was asleep
he went for da funeral his sorrow was deep
his wife askd him not to go bt
he said he have 2 told her no need 2 worry n weep
at da funeral he announced his retirement
bt dey were waiting for him wid regiment
20 shots made clear he nvr see
da hospital n he died cold widout requirement
his wife his mother couldnt guess wat 2 do
bt dey knew deep in their heart God surely knew
dat it had 2 happen coz life he chose
his lawyer came n tel'em wat dey have 2 do

I am not a born criminal...part 1

A criminal was killed just as he was on the verge of surrendering & turning into a better Human being but that turn his son into a ruthless murderer....life goes on


He neva felt how hit by a bullet was like
they told him bt pain & glory r neva alike
he juz work 2 raise for his sis n mom
he only knew wats meeting demand was like
simply was out dere buyin juz in a store
but was shot twice it was all red n gore
those raiderz got nuthin bt a wounded
teen n police couldn't follow dem anymore
his family isolated nobody look 'em or came
reduced 2 borrowin nobody took dere name
he den came back killin n puttin himself
on da doard  most wanteds stayed did claim