Blow ya tank up
verse one
On command attacks are chaotic snatch the cheese from your cottage
rushed by the soulja's that the God fathered
Drum-roll bangs i receive all honors from scholars
house rushed gather your family, and all garments
And move on before my movement gets annoyed and bothered
we laugh at the stress of rappers falling off like baby birds from nests
nickel bag smoking after work-out sets to chisel my chest
many want access to see the displayed lyrical excellence
before the battle begins all weapons get checked
and cleaned tanks get blown looking like war scenes on movie screens
the green got me relaxed as feds track my team
so we move cautious ounces of weed that triple-beams
scaled for your enjoyment until the basements filled with bags of cream
all you need is one toke the streets were hot soon as the son spoke
My dreams crazy war-fare beneath the moon screams and gun-smoke
sweating sun-soaked exhaled canibus smoke made the nun choke
a hay-maker was thrown before the pro was provoked
he wrote modern novels big buisness throwing bottles
then he retired to the suite with sweet nude dimes that resemble thick models
hook
you talking all crazy as if war was declared
I'll blow ya tank up on the battle-field your life isn't spared
verse 2
villians retreat feeling defeat unable to keep it street
a head-shot can make the hardest killer weep
beat you with the hands of time make land-mines where you creep
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