Spm - Riddla on da Roof текст песни

Hes a riddla aaaaaaaa
The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa
[verse 1: spm
Silently
I receive my degree
I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry
Like the weed my brain buzzin like a bee
Flyin free I only fear sobriety
Shy police
Invading my privacy
We set a lot in court
They accepted my bribery
Finally I let this irony inspire me They dying silently
Really jus tryin to be Society denying me So my pro-bity
Is flippin ghetto ivory
Oh my dear diary
My hood is fiery
They admire me Will I die a g or will I build a dynasty
Its the riddla on the roof
Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth
Its the riddla on the roof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Yeah thats right its ya boy rasheed
All the way from the north philadelphia ghettos
To the south park slums
Representin in that dope house with my man
The south park mexican
Say los break these boys off once again
Its that vato
Convo you know how the song go Get my freak on so Watch for santo
Pronto
Like a bronco
Turn him to a john doe
I make ya body need bondo
I stomp hoes
Pop pop those hallows
A hard act to follow
A fool named carlos
Ya know my matto
«dont act like a star bro»
If ya talk dont pay ya damn car note
And although its almost tomorrow
Cept for sorrow
Cause dont be a rap they can borrow
I swallow a ballo
Back at me lago
And gs hollerin bravo
Getting smoked like a marlbro
Aint no sympathy in the street
Its either him or me Officially he the man that can get with me Nigga please
My trigga squeeze come like the killer bees
Figure these the last days why stick wit gs Initially my millimi make em history
Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly
Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine
Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine
Sippin lean ya started with the triple beam
Competion tell me Are you listening?
Its the king
Livin life like pistol pete
With me so heat
Thatll make yo body incomplete
Epidemy of a mental facility
I take ya nuts and hang em on my christmas tree
Simpily I dont slip but Im slippery
Unseen like the n-tity
Really be sick of beef
I disagree wit ya trickery
Blast like yosemite
Smoke ya ass like a hickory
Industry
Ya fixin to see my embassy
Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery
A tooth for a tooth
A tooth for a tooth
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa