Texty: Cyssero. Lyrical Excersise.

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Dis A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5

Verse 1
Ima Flip Right On Tha Block
Till I Get Life In The Box
Or Till I Get Ice From A Shot
But Till Den, Itz Chill Jims
Ice And A Watch
And Yes Nigga, We Da Bess Nigga
Like It Or Not
Cuz Ya?ll B Writin Dead Weight
Like U Got A Red Cape
When Da 8 Blass, Ya Fake Ass B Scared Str8
I?ll Rush On Ya Set
Den Cut U 2 Death
Get It Right
Knife Stuck In Ya Neck
Man You Got 2 Options
Cut Me A Check, Or
Stuff On The Vest
Before, U Get Bucked In Tha Chest
I Squeeze Till Nuffin Is Left
U?ll Get Banged In Da Head
Wit Revolvers Like Russian Roulette
Ya?ll Doin A Lotta Talkin
Im Tired Of Talkin
Ya Bout 2 Hear
Tires Screeching And Iron Sparkin
When Tha Heata Pop
Look Who Totein A Sig
And It?ll Open Ya Lid
Like A Sneaka Box
If I Creep U Ock
Ima Spray Ya Way
In All Black, Like Agent Jay Look
Dis Pay Me Day
I Need Dat
Get Ya Spleen Clapped
I?ll Make You Bleed
Whea Ya Breathe At

Chorus
Dis A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Dis A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Dis A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5

Verse 2
My Name Is V I 2 Tha R U S
And A New S
Glock, And A New Vest
And A Tre Pound
Bout 2 Lay Down
A New Set, Cooperate
Or Im Poppn 8 Leave His Crew Wet
Shit Ima True Vet
U Don?t Want Trouble See
Cuz Ma Name Got Buzz
Like A Bumble Bee
I Hustle See
Pounds Of Tha White Lady
Institution Flow
Everything I Write Crazy
I Like Gravy Nigga
So Im Seein Checks
Ma Dough Mean
I Grow Green, Like Chia Pets
See Da Ress Say Ma Name Out Dey Fuckn Lips
Like I Aint Word In Da Streets
Like I Aint Fuckn Cyss
Dese Fuckn Pricks
Gonna Learn 2 Respect Me
Or Da Burna Leave Em Burned Whea Ya Chest Be
Burned In A Nestlee
Green Urble
Nigga Ma Green Purple
When I Zone Dat,
Chrome Wit Da Beam Murk U
U Needa O C Me
I Get Em Cheap
Ma Feens B Missin Teeth,
Like O D B
But See
Dis Aint Bite
Dis A OZ From C Y
Smoke It And See Y
Ya Might OD
Yo See,
Im Survin In Tha Jungle
Spittin Shottis
So A Nigga Gettn Bodied Aint Suprisin

In Tha Jungle
But, Ima Dam Rida
Im Bout A Dam Dolla
U Need Suttn 2 Smoke
Give Me A Dam Holla
Dat Tam Product (Game-Yu Know What It Is MuthaFucka)
Smoke So Good
Have Da Feens Knockin At Da Door
Cockin Back Da 4
Pop Out Noise
I Play Tha Block
But Watch Out For The Hop Out Boys
Shit, 5 0
Drive By Slow
Da Sig Pomet
Cant Fuck Wit Pigs
Suttn Like Islamics
All I Know Is
Skeamin 4 Cash
Heatas And Mags
All Dat Shit I Learned
Dey Aint Teachin In Class
It Started From Wit An Ounce In A House
I Was Runnin Shop
Make Sure Dey Had It In
And Make Sure Dey Come An Cop
I?m Wanted Ock
Fight Guyz Wild
When Im Tha 1
With Tha Gun
With Tha Cyclops Eye
Bet Suttn Ock
If U Bet Nuttn Pop
Beef Like Sex
B Strapped, And Catch Suttn Hot
Im Dat Wise, Dazz Y I Wear Da Mask
F.Y.I Im 2 Deep
2 Get Compared 2 Cass

Chorus
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5

Verse 3
If Ya Homie Don?t Come Wit Half
Ma Cheese
Cuz Dis 3-5-7
B Da Mag I Squeeze
4 Da Chips I Got Chicks
2 Come Bag Ma Weed
No Joke,
I Smoke
Till I Look Half Chinese
Nigga
And Ma Eyes Is About 2 Shut
Bent Off A Dub Of Haze
And A Choclate Dutch
I?ll Pop Ya Guts
Leave Ya Bent Ova Bleedin
Ima Boss, Da Dawgs,
Dat I Sent Ova Squeezin
I Can Get Ya House Clapped Up
Get Ya Spouse Snatched Up
So Pop,Fly And Get Ya
Mouth Smacked Up
Act Tuff
In Ma Pants,
Whea Im Tuckin Tha Torches
Still Big,
Kill Kids
Like Fuckn Abortions
Ock, Im On Tha Block
Servin Dat Wet Fever
O U Smoke ?
1 Tote, We Makin Em Catch Seizures
Old Heads Kno Im Da Truth
Dey Bet Visa?s
Im Gettn Bread
Fuck Chicken Heads
I Sex Divas
And Ma Camp See Ya
Got An Extra Extra
Large Magazine But Ya Cant Read It

Chorus
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5
Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5