this is another song by me, mob rec's, ive written over 300, let mek now how it is. lataz all.

Verse1,
ridin the left lane so ****in fly mane,
23's lookin sharp wit da wood grain,
got da chrome paint drop top benz,
jump in ho got a show to attend,
rap super star, smoking Cuban cigars,
wit some of da ****in sickest cars,
see me rollin ya block, dun look twice,
drop ya **** n run im a take ya life,
I keep it so clean, they call me pachino,
white magic of the south, wit 2 casino’s,
runnin the shipments im untouchable,
*****s buyin gats so they comftorble,
laid the law, own the streets, so **** you,
cuz im raw on the beat so ill kill you,
I raise the bar, so come an test ya luck,
cuz I need ta fill ma 6 foot hole I dug up,
ha-ha,

Chorus1,
don’t hate me cause I stepped up,
raised the bar you couldn’t reach ta,
fortune an fame, true to the game,
abusing the trade, brings nuttin but shame,

vesre2,
im gonna take the life god handed you,
wasted mutha****a god is hatin’ you,
I live ma life for every reason I was given,
an I keep doin what I do wit da gift I was given,
im livin ma life to the full extent, mutha****a,
livin wit no regrets even if I kill you mutha****a,
before I explore the very inner soul of ma brain
im a rip some raw **** and im a step the game,
im rappin these lyrics to get you sayin im whack,
wait till I explode and you gone say he got that,
don’t under estimate me, they call me young pac,
cause every line write is what these haters love,
you in jail, listenin to me records on tv,
see me blown up rappin wit shady,
don’t hate me cause you didn’t make me,
mutha****a switch ya game then face me,
dumb ***,
Chorus1, x2

(C) 2008 rocky roccisano