Steezin on Em - Ray Luv, Mac Mall

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Comin' through cutthroat crazy, you feel me?

(«You know my steez»)

I got astrophysic pimp shit, that gifted authentic misfit

Trip like lifted, crack helmets, some cutthroats get rich

The Crestside I’m committed and all my biscuits got extendeds

If I’m within it, we split, with the quickness

Leave no witness, out in boonies diggin' ditches

In Bay waters, sleep with fishes, knock your teeth out with some wrenches

Won’t be ID‘d by no dentist, your own mama won’t know who you be

I murder mac from Triple-C, hell, I have been 707, Crestside cutthroat cuddie,

yee

Yee ‘til all my cuts free

‘Til we ain’t gettin' on them triggers, puttin' fuck niggas to sleep

‘Til them bitches pop that pussy for a real nigga like me

On my level, don’t trip, muthafucka, I’m Kool Keith

On my level, don’t trip, muthafucka, I’m Kool Keith

Follow me now, fuck around and you’ll be layin' six feet deep

Man, straight mobbin' with the heat

And you niggas know my steez

I stay steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment

Now that’s steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment

Now that’s steezin' on ‘em

The slicker the talk on pimpers to poles

The quicker she get off the liquor and bowl

The quicker she kick off her shoes and the clothes

And that’s how we turn ‘em like Zeniths and vogues

Bitch, you gon' learn what it meant when you chose

Trick, I’m a permanent pimp in a zone

Bet I’m gon' earn me a bill ‘fore I’m gone

Nothin' concern me, I’m permanently on

Thoroughly gone, killin' for riches like Sierra Leone (thoroughly gone)

Thoroughly gone, leave ‘em in ditches, they buried with chrome

Me and my niggas is all that we listen to, all that we on

We fought for them figures and that’s why triggers be callin' you home

Picture a nigga who live what he spit when he come from the turf

Fuck all these snakes, I’m a mongoose, I’m on you, I come from the dirt

All of these bitches is liars, most of these niggas is too

None of you niggas is riders, none of you bitches is true

Ray ain’t no front, I check ‘em for breakfast, I break ‘em for brunch,

make ‘em pay for

A lunch

A winner for dinner, I do what I say and I say what I want

The 7-O-Savage, don’t get it, we got it, I can’t even front

I rap ‘til I die, I only take one ‘til the end of the blunt

I stay steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment

Now that’s steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

Steezin' on ‘em

And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment

Now that’s steezin' on ‘em