Lyrics:
Do I look like I have on my forehead
Do I look like I have on my face
Complain here
And rip me off
My advice to you is this
Keep your pen with
fell
Are back up in the sky and brightly shining
The choice is ours, the pen's still in our hands
We can right the wrong or we can write the end
Rep for my hood niggas slinging crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
With my man on the ox
We gon do it
sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring
what I make
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr. Pointy-shoes put a pen to your soul
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr. Pointy-shoes, put a pen
Pig Pen's got that back door closed
Just told me on the air
Just checked out the westbound
Road Hawk said she's clean
Looks like a money-making run
grade, I been great, no sensei
My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
I smoke ten J's with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two
sentence that ass two to four
'Round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime
Came through with
pen to paper with a paper and pen,
for the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men,
I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy,
Kreuger with
ah scrape
Ochi nuh tek chat, call center lock
One don, Mister B, Mister Miller chat
Umbrella, May Pen ah who still ah chat?
Limb ah pop when di zig
ama dangerous, deep and dark
When it comes to gigs, shutdown
Back to the roots, back to the ends
Back to the booth, back to the pen
Back to the bars,
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
them lies
Looking at you with them beautiful eyes
Had to lose you so I could realize
Pick up my pen and I'm writing em lines
Feeling the pain so I'm
of shit for the millionth time
When I done G1 they was doing it then
Like some of them ain't got a clue with this pen
Or without the pen I'll still spray
Got a surprise from my honey
Got a message from my girl
When she picked up a pen from beside her bed
And wrote me a scribbled note
Said she'd
a nigga if we ain't been cool
I ain't got shit for a nigga but Mac 10 wounds (brrt)
I spit the illest shit, I vision it before I even pen them sentences
gon' pull his pen out
No pen, no pad, this shit so sad
Sittin in the Aston, this shit so fast
This bitch so bad, I treat her so nice
I came so fast, I
But mi know dem scared a mi kick it slow
All the river grudge mi wicked flow
Di paper clean
Yuh wah fi see how mi pen a tippy toe
Lyrical mi a di man,
and gun no legal
Police lock him up, and carry him a central
Inna the bull pen him seh, him a general
And in front the judge him
Start bawl like a gyal
me sixteen
96 bars of revenge i'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one man
Anuh Angella from Grants Pen
Badmind a the real killer
Believe me nuh, Lee Milla ehe ehe eh
True story bumboclaat!
She gone a obeah man
Fi try take
bitch opened up the door
I gave her the trap block, told her
"Meet me at the pen"
We was runnin' out the pens
Trade the Chevy for a Benz painted white
You silly MC's sound dry like
Your mouth after you spit
Now pass me a spliff, biro
A pen and a pad and let
Me show you what arsenic is
I make the ravers
the concrete
Jungle like I made grills
Handy man, call me up for the drills
(brr, brr) i was fresh out of the pen then
Took a trip later in the week
I fell in
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