Its me Big Rod, I pull out a big wad
I try to duck n dodge from niggaz that dick ride
I'm fresh like tide when I step outside
Whoever said gang bangin DIED, nigga u LIED
I'ma holla at Clyde, when I buck hide slide
I got tailor made pockets cuz my wallet to wide
I STRIVE to stay alive and not get fried
Jammin chillin wit my broad, on the IPOD
I make ya head nod, when ya hear big ROD
And I aint gotta be direct cuz the message implied
When D. Branch died, hell yeah I cried
Prayer can't bring ya back cuz nigga I tried
I, on my 13th bar and hell naw I aint tired
I got 3 mo, shut up listen be quiet
I got Texas pride, runnin deep inside
And if you in the streets u better learn the laws and ABIDE
But dont COLLIDE with the other SIDE, you got a butterknife
And these boys got guns and they all wanna RIDE ride
Ready to commit another homoCIDE, leave ya mama Traumatized
This aint Dramatized
Really I see why... most niggaz die
Nope it aint a Billy Bob or another white guy
Nigga run up on ya and shoot cha in ya right eye
Right by, where ya stay or in the church where ya pray
God is u there today, niggaz dying everyday
I love my city but my city get carried away
Rap game too cuz these niggaz lookin very gay
I never can understand how man love another man
Nigga gay as f*ck but he wanna act gutta man
Booty hole loose as a rubberband
Betta get another plan
Bitch its none other than...
ME, BIG REEZEE
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