Lyrics

[Intro: Brisco] Uh! DJ Kronik! Rob Monster! Brisco (DJ Obscene!) Yeah [Verse 1] Guess who's bizak, from the capital of prozac It's your boy Bris, from Miami on my bizak Spit's so swift, got the majors like who dat The young cool cat from the bottom of the mizap Dade county, 3rd bread, not they want to throw us bread I took it to the studio, and use music to throw the feds Haters come creep-creep, do I threw em led And keep your water bottles by the door, when I go to the bed They brain wrong, ni**as yapping at a early age I gotta take mine to send that ass to an early break When the chopper's spray ain't too good for that ribcage I takе it to the forrest, on the wood to gеt my rent paid I pick up the phone, and know the cracker's listening Young with big truck, and my ice is distant Not to mention the kid ill with the sentences And roll yo 4 ni**as, got the secrets by the premises [Chorus] My wrist like the battle of vans Look at my fingers off the lord of rings My ears fought like the 4th of July And it's a must, I stay high My wrist like the battle of vans Look at my fingers off the lord of rings My ears fought like the 4th of July And it's a must, I stay high [Verse 2] So sexy I seduce myself The move oof and the coup don't help And I'ma dale, and the juice don't help Got 30 goons that shoot I swear, flinching move and a blue out there Know the rules, keep a true out here No fit, got guns, that get drew out here (Don't kill me dog, I'm new out here) Now beware what you do out here, my shi is sticky like it's glued out here Now I advise you not to move out here If you do, keep it quiet stay cool down here (That's my foo right there) There's no money, mo cops, DTs and gold diggers I'm 5'9 and don't back down for no ni**as I step back and squeezed a banana Ni**as mad my cuts low, like the prince's Diana Got to go to school pole take [?] Speaking Spanish in a room, and got a code for hammers, Bris [Chorus] My wrist like the battle of vans Look at my fingers off the lord of rings My ears fought like the 4th of July And it's a must, I stay high My wrist like the battle of vans Look at my fingers off the lord of rings My ears fought like the 4th of July And it's a must, I stay high