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Ceasar Enrico

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The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew

And he said, that your guilt

Every fuckin' account

He says you're done(Nndre Nickatina)

Tiger, i think you better get it right

Cuz shit go bump in the night

Came up out tha gutta'

Now it's all butta'

And with my blade i cut like no other

The runnin' of the bulls, muthafucka it's the matadoor

Pep my new reew shoes on the marbol floor

Roll around like a copo, eatin' on chicken

I shootin' with my eyes close

Hope i ain't missin'

Firin' up weed till the early mornin'

It's a lil bit lonley since my girl is gone

Got my so called enemies

Yea im back

And you cop sucka fuckas gotta deal with that

Cuz im loose like gun powda' hittin' in tha' canon

Fly by me dont think about landin'

Think about crashin'

Cuz im about to fall

And not before i break these laws

Muthafucka it's the devils heart beating in your ear

Hear goes the contract sold my career

And im chillin' hear muthafucka in the physical form

Reew my hair back just so i can hide my horns

Na mean

I've seen the rymes on the scene

My rap sound better with crime on the scene

Fillmo down comacaze a rap

Gotta have a weed sack with my party pack

It's like that

Shit can heel like row melo

Stir it up till the rocks up and turn yellow

Heavily fiber it's the god of khan

Wishes of my verdigo passes on

Knockin' on the ferbigates high off bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palm

It's like thatCeazor Enrico Vandello...

Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x2)Check this out dont move

I hold you like a slow grove

In my mind and my soul ima brake rules

Here the new crew

It's something like the cioty gang

Comin' down on your town like black rain

Blunts in cuts an' rapped up in the indeca

Rymes are riped and hollow tips when they hittin' ya

Man they really aint a friend of ya

So it ain't no popin' my mind when they gettin' ya

Turn like a top spittin' colp it gets

Tell a record lable die if they hold the check

Cuz its right here homie

The fead is for cash

You get it, then you split it then you hit it an' mash

You talk like a squrl

I hope you aint a sqwilla

You lookin at a newer fool rap drug dealla

Take fliet

Buckle up like a plane ride

Why oh why do i remain high

Shootin at the sky that's over my head

Hoppin that the bulets all wake the dead

Lottanufdad the shake they bed

But tuwa danuf dad gonna crack the feds

Because i fly like a bat outta' hell

That's for real

Fake like a prisoner sittin in jail

When it comes to these rymes betta' get the scale

Or act like your blind fucker read it in bral

Nigga crime fail

No crime on the ride

All in your eyes it's a sign of the times

Heaily fiber it's the god of khan

Witness of my verdigo passes on

Standin at the perly gates high off bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palmCeazor Enrico Vandello...

Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x3)

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