Discipline

Straw... 354... Ghost...
 Feel this... yeah
 Let me break it down I'ma nigga to Ryde or Die homey
 2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homey
 I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me
 I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you Ryde on me
 You opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it nigga
 P ain't the barber but ya face I can shut it nigga
 Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga
 Extraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeah
 Bust the rifle from far away
 And I'm still tryna figure the triflin'est part of day
 Is it morning when the fiends cop
 Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock
 Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come
 I'm smoked out with a machine gun
 I'm in something all black know I'm always on the lean son
 Steady lookin' for the cream ma
 And I'm probably with a bad bitch
 But I'm usually for delf where I'm headed where the cash is
 When you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kid
 Cause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted
 They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme
 So I make sure my next one bring back time
 So niggaz can reminiese when they last had shine
 Through my lines see that's heart felt
 Make a cold heart melt
 Gring ain't for everybody homie get a new route
 Re-in' with the same shit you only see the same shit
 'Se goin' through them shoot outs my niggaz did the same shit
 And they bang 'fits and they 'on't care who you came with
 Me I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip
 Turnin' rags to chips put that hawk in ya face 'fore I squeeze my clip
 I 'on't clap back I pop first read my lips
 3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya men
 And for my nigga P I'm puttin' it in till this shit end
 You know what it is one for the Block two for the Team
 Screamin' 2 Gunz Up while I'm strippin' ya gleam yo
 Ever since Straw small truck the mercedes
 You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump the way it drive the streets crazy
 The flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack
 And 16 keep the fiends comin' back
 It got me where I can't be without my hard hat
 Teflon long sleeve and a large gat
 Heat seekin' shells attract to ya body heat
 And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that
 It's too easy niggaz can't handle my beef it's too greasy
 500 SL Benz with 3 TVs
 Narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams
 And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine
 Tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train
 Cause wit 9: 11 crime feds watchin' the planes
 It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane
 Comin' to box the S knockin' A Tribe Called Quest
 I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness
 I'm with the host the Ghost
 We gave you toast to coast it's 354 bitch you supposed to know
 I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit it
 There never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it
 Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys
 Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise
 Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan
 The Rugers cocked; I'm patiently waitin'
 P just gimme the word on these herbs that's my word
 Mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve
 Hannibal Lector style nigga dinner served
 Still got birds with curves that move birds
 Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches that's nerds
 Get in where yo fit in motherfucker that's my word