Best don't choke, Best don't breathe, We
comin like Bud on trees, Best believe we
burn them trees, Smokin dank like you wouldn't
believe, Tokin, Smoking, But never chokin.
You slackin on hustle,
you rap but don't budge em'
get slapped and go into a bundle,
better be hopin that i become humble,
Slow down partna tryin tah toke a whole blunt,
Nigga don't know how to suck on her cunt
Nigga lippin tha blunt kick roll and punch
9 MM rolled up in my cuffed up chucks
Nigga bout to get tore tha fuck up
blowed tha fuck up Got yo ass bitin
down on tha chrome to shut yo ass up
Nigga you done fucked you're damn self up
Call me Fucking King Hazedup
Dickies cuffed up locked and loaded, Ready!
Shit so sick bruh, you wouldn't believe it, but you aint dreamin, you see i
throw it up like believe it, you got some heat, you gonna need it, cause my
heat got you heated, nigga's gonna need a myrical to start lookin for jesus,
reppin ya school, while i put 5 in tha swisher sweet, i aint even got to
talk i just let tha pistol speak, ya yo ass history, brah i know you on that
bullshit, i got tool with me with a fuckin full clip, and i always pull first,
get ready for action, middle fingers up, screamin fuck tha world with a passion,
i`m so high i swear to god, i feel like grabbin the bastards ya girl already
down to fuck i aint even got tah ask her, i got some dentien ICE in alaska,
I plow through that pussy like a tractor, i aint no rapper, i`m a mothafuckin
lyricist, gettin them benjemens have my nemesis tremblin, they rockin
timberlands, Just some fuckin blue chucks, tha next competetion i gaurentee you
will lose bruh, nothin to lose bruh, feel like i done lost it all, so go
on ahead and get a high head so i can knock it off, i can't be stopped at all,
i never stop tryin, i`m the reason them fuck boys stopped liein,
i know you just some hoes but im above all them bitches like a mistle toe
i prolly take a bitch to tha back and stick tha hoe, and if you fuck with
mah cousin i`ll slit ya throat, tha pistol smoke, you laughin like it's just
a joke, but god damn all ya'll just call me Mista Throwed, i`m so high you
couldn't touch me on ya tippy toes, we so good i was high before we lit tha dro
this yo boy Hazedup, and it's caked like a fat boy, bitch i stay fucked up like
a frat boy, ha, they don't know how to act boy, bitch i`m deadly like
rat poison, yea, real talk cuzz, take it how you want to take it, I`m wasted
and i don't know if imma make it.
Wanna talk about real, i`ll be like, What cha knoww, you know these rhymes
so killa it will cut ya throat, say my city aint shit boy, that must be jokes!
They be lookin at me like, he must be blowed, what i be fucked up on what ever
substance chosen, It smell like fuckin BOMB when tha substance blowed
i got my work up in mah nikes not in my fuckin bowl man, they haters got me
bent like i touch my toes man, They haters suck my dick like touch yah throat
man, you want a nigga to tempt you cause you lucky hoe, and when i see you
in ya whip you best tuck and roll, cause this nigga right here be like
fuck it soo, i`m goin shoppin i aint talkin bout no Fuckin clothes, yea
i`m talkin bout that fuckin DRO, and when i hit tha dance spot, you get
Stuck i roll, and when its time to throw down we get drunk and blowed bitch,
i be like where are yah testicals i`m outta this world talkin extraterestrial
Keep ya'll bitches in line like you extrasemetrical, have yo lights out
like you aint pay the electrical, So if you steppin bruh you get killed
you get checked from ya steel, and for real im tha deal, im a mothafuckin
beast nigga check ya fuckin feet, boy look at tha fuckin green all up in
mah sweet, if you want a fuckin piece meet me in tha fuckin street,
but imma have my glock back and knock out all ya teeth bitch!
Nigga check my creditials, I`m straight goin no instrumental no pencial,
i pop you like some pimples, i leave six slugs burried deep up in ya
mothafuckin temple, they say i`m mental, i say i`m straight up,
and they fuckers got me fucked up they tryin tah play us, and when i say
bruh i beat ya ass up, and have ya come back lata and buy my CD For 8
buck, haha, you say you got balls, mothafucka i got 8 nuts! i got his
rap game sewed up and taped up! you see me drapped up, you see me bossed
out, imma come through this mothafucka and knock yo shit out! Mista
throwed motha fucka
3,ooo Times, Blind, Rollin up a dime, Time to take me some time.
Slowed down times, Blazed up minds, Hazed UP fans, Clear ya plate, Bout tah
take this track to a whole new state, When i spit, I rape, bitch you late.
44 mag mixed with tha bricked up bags, What the fuck you think fag?
3,ooo Bags Slicked up rags, You some broke down fags.
I`ll take my 3,ooo now./