Pacewon - Children Sing lyrics

[Verse 1] I started out hardcore, spinnin' on cardboard Run up with a TEC-9, open your car door Muy caliente, selling weed around my friend When breaking bread with Diesel Don and El Da Sensei And now I'm back to smackin' you, rapping till capital's made Gat's in your face, cop k**er strapped to the waist Easy, goofy, catch a doozy for being a groupie I got the Uzi that you only might see in the movie Truly greedy, grimy, shifty, I'm witty, I'm silly Really sheisty, but I'm chilly as Philly, you tiny Mini minor, Mr. T, I'mma pity the rhymer On call like Sean Paul just give me the lighter Pa** the dro, mastered flow I carry on With AK's and cherry bombs, sh**tin' on every song I get on, the Billy Idol of rap Talk sh**, I'll lay you down right on your back Little brother.. [Hook (x2)] I'm getting good, I'm getting clever I'm getting things right in my life, I'm getting better I'm getting something for me, I'm getting cheddar The girls are loving me now, they're getting wetter [Verse 2] Mmm-hmm Splish splash, I was takin' a bath Then I hopped out the shower, snatched up my doo rag Started flipping through my stash, got cash in two bags Then I hopped in the 5-2-8 with new mags Spinned out like a Nascar race, putting my thing down Proud like Return of the King, Lord of the Rings now Fly like a '68 'llac with chrome spokes Straight talkin' that hip-hop slang to grown folks Like word? Oh really, no doubt, no diggity Spittin that East Coast straight talk so wickedly Authentic b-boy hip-hop, no trickery That's why my 16 bar scheme so slippery f** at least one broad a day And like Chingy, I'm only one call away So if you're tired of the norm and you want more tricks Dial 373-2146 And I'm there.. [Hook x2] [Bridge x2] Say it with me I'mma just push and push until I get it I'mma just push and push until I get it I'mma just push and push until I get it Suicide doors, G4's, and good credit [Verse 3] Before I pull up and park and bust in your apartment I'mma just perm my hair like Al Sharpton And get a picket sign just to protest your flow next Your little p**y rhymes need Kotex There's mad little tricks hittin' up in my sleeve Don't be naive I'll have you screamin' out "Why me?" You soft motherf**ers come a dozen a dime I'll f** you up and walk off like it wasn't a crime Stick my gun where the sun don't shine Have you f**in' a nine Have sodomy stuck in your mind You'll probably want revenge Sneak up on me, stick a knife in my back Take naked pictures of my body like they did in Iraq And then, wake up sweaty in a puddle of piss I'll f**in', bust your sh**, call your brother a b**h And then leave you where I met you brother, holdin' your mouth Holdin' your jaw in awe, n***a, over and out [Hook x2]