A Rocky - Ghetto SymphonyLyrics

Do just what I tell you Don't come in any closer And no one will get hurt Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre Beef is on my entre, gin and juice that's Bombay Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday My new crib came with Feng Shui And my closet is like a runway Come be fiancée, she fuck me in a Hyundai My rooftop got a lounge Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K Bougie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change Top off like toupes, drop off, touche Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness Bitches lickin' and locking up my swishas Once she blow my whistle She know it's dismissal Spread the news I'm official Now hop out my foreign vessel Before I get aggressive Forget it, war ready, already tested Tears and blood invested Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty Show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that Black magic on the tires only I Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, was Police on me now, still touring And my chain it may slow me down cheer for Pain, in it's purest form Don't complain I came to reign From here forward, still noid So crib got clear doors Burning grains in my air force And all I can see is clear ports Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi These rappers is all my entrée Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for joy Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid Prolly get found by a lil' fishin' boy Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga Like codeine mixed with a Roy Smoke what make a nigga trip collide What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 Damn, look at how that hollow tip hit his spine And the motherfuckers come in to cry You niggas have a sour dipped in wine Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine Pourin' liq so I soak in different shine Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky My soul get cold, all my niggas died So and so, niggas live and die Beneath choose souls you will reside Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies Tryina come with this for their freakin lives How many time your eyes and a nigga died? Never! Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga