Grafh - You're Da Man Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Prick I came in the game, slangin' the caine Came in swingin' the thang thang, aimin' to bang And I came with the Black Hand, that's the name of the gang I came in a black hoodie cause I came and it rained And I came with a black mask cause I came for your chain I judge you by your friends and you came with a lame I came with gangsta gangstas raising flames ?? say the Lord's name in vain I came with an airbag because I came changing lanes I'm in a Coupe knockin' old school Dana Dane I came for the love, you came for the fame I came for the mud and I came for the stain ?? n***as never say that they change but they change Now you a snitch, what a shame, what a shame What up homie? Yeah you bangity bang I don't care if you wear red or what you clamity claim You ain't a real blood (nope) Get the f** out clown n***a, I see you throw your B's upside down I ride with fire but I'm cool with the Crips too I might be in red, I might be in blue I got k**ers on both sides that'll stick you Black Hand is the gang that I stick to I got shooters in different color rags I can rock red and blue, look like I'm covered with the flag I buy clothes and I'm poppin' a couple of them tags But I still bring boosters out to shove 'em in a bag I take 'em out and get a few of 'em spoiled I got shopping bags laced with aluminum foil To keep that Chicken Noodle Soup on the soil n***a, and that's coke after you let it boil That's the dream of a smoker with one last chance And to think y'all thought it was a dumb a** dance And I don't trust that hand to cut that gram Even though it provides the fire to heat up that pan Even in the mirror, I don't really trust that man I trusted my gun and that was the same gun that jam I don't trust nothin', let's stop it I caught my right hand tryin' to steal out of my left pocket My left hand tried to steal out of next pocket So I got a straight jacket But I never lock it I just rock it for fashion Cause it's hella poppin' With some Aviators and some leather Moccasins When I ride, you never ride and you never hoppin' in Cause when I pop I make sure that you never hop again Black Hand is the gang and you will not beat them My pockets are the color of broccoli stem Green You are not a gangster, you can not pretend You are just a Myspace groupie, we can not be friends