Little Vicious

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Boldy James

James Clay Jones III (born August 9, 1982), better known by his stage name Boldy James, is an American rapper from Detroit, Michigan. His debut album, My 1st Chemistry Set, was released on October 15, 2013. more »

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All I knew is hollows and grams, supplyin' coke
Talkin' jewels, I know the man, he dyin' broke
Talk the rules, they overstand what I invoke
Lost a few, shake no one's hand, live by the oath
Y'all confused, they told him rare, I tie the ropes
Walked in the shoes, they won't remand if I get smoked
Saw the news, they showed the fam, I lost 'em both
It cost the dues, halos, and yams, but I'm awoke
I'm sharpin' pool, yayo is tan, the China dope
My momma knew days in advance, I'm not a joke
Hawk or shoot, taped in saran, arrived in boats
Tonka coupe, space in the van, the driver choked
Mobster suits, prayed in the can, my rider spoke
I saw cahoots, trade on the brand, minor folks
Park and view, I let it blam behind the scope
Honor who? I reprimand your liner notes

Them bricks came in a clutch, need a better ticket (a better note)
In the stizzy weighin' up, you know this shit get wicked (in the trenches)
Keep them blickies on tuck for niggas too suspicious (what else?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious (gang)
I duct tape the kids and the missus (kids)
In the stizzy weighin' up, you know this shit get wicked (you know it)
Kill the witness, leave you sleepin' with the fishes (where we at with it?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious

Once the trust is broke and all the love is lost
That's when the gloves come off
I'm from Detroit where even plugs run off
Had to catch up with my crowd niggas, forcin' my hand
Was happier when I was poor with my friends
Went to war for my fam, took a score for them bands
Man make the money, that shit don't make you more of a man
Was once a lil' giant, but now I got this shit down to a science
Was taught to add, multiply, divide the bag, and minus
Clashin' with the titans, hittin' the road, drivin' with no license
Boat load of oranges, traffickin' them slices
Plug got deported, my old head jackin' up the prices
But I'm just tryna rack me up a M. Bison
Cold as an ice grill, slicker than greased lightning
My only nightmare is a federal indictment
You get a whole fifty guap for the right pill
Plugged on the trillion wash, check my light bill

Them bricks came in a clutch, need a better ticket (a better note)
In the stizzy weighin' up, you know this shit get wicked (in the trenches)
Keep them blickies on tuck for niggas too suspicious (what else?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious (gang)
I duct tape the kids and the missus (kids)
In the stizzy weighin' up, you know this shit get wicked (you know it)
Kill the witness, leave you sleepin' with the fishes (where we at with it?)
I'm a big dangerous, you just a lil' vicious

(Where we at with it?)

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