Project Will
Bluelighter
I lost my mind over the past 18 hours. 6-apb, ambien and ghb are keeping me company in my time of confusion.
T+12:00: This goes out to my boy Biggie, cuz fuck Tupac. That's why.
I feel like a crack head, all alone in the night. Still high as a kite, no end in sight. For better or worse, I'm fighting the fight. You've got the height, but I got the might. You throw your wrongs and I'll throw my right. So next time I see you you better pack tight. Cuz if your light, you can say goodnight.
To doubt me now is a little late, if your still reading this then maybe it's fate. And if you keep movin I might let ya skate. But if you try bringin' weight, its straight to checkmate. I hope your full cuz I'm eatin your plate. And whether you like it or not, you'll sit there and wait. I'll feed you a bullet when I'm done with your meal. I make pigs cry but your going to squeal. That's my offer so consider it a deal.
All I know is what I've said, and if you test that you might end up dead. I'd steal your wife but she already fled. You can marry my bullet, and forever be wed. Consider yourself lucky that your not worth the lead. But If you keep fightin, your makin your bed. Another word and it's off with your head.
Playin for keeps is all I know. So while your strugglin for sleet, I'll make it snow. If I need a breeze, your sister will blow. All I have is my word and my balls. I didn't write the book but I'll enforce the laws. Stackin dollas and poppin collas, don't make me holla or your bitch will swolla. So make them calls and bring what you got. Cuz this is your one and your only shot, whether you like it or not. So if your comin, you be hot.
You won't get another chance, so make it count. Kill me now or I'll take you out. Still here, after all this talkin? Bitch, you better be runnin cuz I don't see you walkin. Better hurry up or its your line they'll be chalkin.
I knew you were scared, like the bitch you are. But now runnin's too late cuz I got your car. You can't judge, cuz you ain't shit. You swing and you miss while I only hit. And you think this conversation is the end of it? You've said your bit, so its time to split? Cut your losses and quit? You think ALL I got is my word and my wit? Shit, On the count of 10 thats all she writ. Bitch, if im the olive branch you better spit, cuz what your suckin that ain't a pit. If your still here, you must be legit, either that or you don't know shit. Here's a lesson so don't forget. Your mom is the sea and I'm the ship, I'll ride your mother like I ghost ride my whip. So step up bitch, and let me teach you a bit. Or better yet, why don't you sit.
This isn't the end of my hustle and fame. Life is a game, so you better get playn. Your words mean nothin as I'm taking aim. If you don't kill then you better maim. And if you don't, then it all ends the same. My Thunder and Lighting will bring more than Rain. My style is brutal, you'll be beggin for pain. Life's a game but that don't make it fun. I'm Zeus and Hades rolled into one. Your words are soft compared to this gun. You'll be catch my bullets while throwin your puns. I'll spit fire while you try and run. So if you feel like hating then bring that shit on. You think your hot? Well I'm the muthafuckin sun. The day is rising and I've yet to yawn. Put down that bong n' move along, cuz I'm a king and your a pawn. Your awake in time for one last song, where my mower is singing and you are the lawn.
Take that Master P you bitch. Nah Nah Na Nahhhhhhhhhhhh muhfuckas.
T+12:00: This goes out to my boy Biggie, cuz fuck Tupac. That's why.
I feel like a crack head, all alone in the night. Still high as a kite, no end in sight. For better or worse, I'm fighting the fight. You've got the height, but I got the might. You throw your wrongs and I'll throw my right. So next time I see you you better pack tight. Cuz if your light, you can say goodnight.
To doubt me now is a little late, if your still reading this then maybe it's fate. And if you keep movin I might let ya skate. But if you try bringin' weight, its straight to checkmate. I hope your full cuz I'm eatin your plate. And whether you like it or not, you'll sit there and wait. I'll feed you a bullet when I'm done with your meal. I make pigs cry but your going to squeal. That's my offer so consider it a deal.
All I know is what I've said, and if you test that you might end up dead. I'd steal your wife but she already fled. You can marry my bullet, and forever be wed. Consider yourself lucky that your not worth the lead. But If you keep fightin, your makin your bed. Another word and it's off with your head.
Playin for keeps is all I know. So while your strugglin for sleet, I'll make it snow. If I need a breeze, your sister will blow. All I have is my word and my balls. I didn't write the book but I'll enforce the laws. Stackin dollas and poppin collas, don't make me holla or your bitch will swolla. So make them calls and bring what you got. Cuz this is your one and your only shot, whether you like it or not. So if your comin, you be hot.
You won't get another chance, so make it count. Kill me now or I'll take you out. Still here, after all this talkin? Bitch, you better be runnin cuz I don't see you walkin. Better hurry up or its your line they'll be chalkin.
I knew you were scared, like the bitch you are. But now runnin's too late cuz I got your car. You can't judge, cuz you ain't shit. You swing and you miss while I only hit. And you think this conversation is the end of it? You've said your bit, so its time to split? Cut your losses and quit? You think ALL I got is my word and my wit? Shit, On the count of 10 thats all she writ. Bitch, if im the olive branch you better spit, cuz what your suckin that ain't a pit. If your still here, you must be legit, either that or you don't know shit. Here's a lesson so don't forget. Your mom is the sea and I'm the ship, I'll ride your mother like I ghost ride my whip. So step up bitch, and let me teach you a bit. Or better yet, why don't you sit.
This isn't the end of my hustle and fame. Life is a game, so you better get playn. Your words mean nothin as I'm taking aim. If you don't kill then you better maim. And if you don't, then it all ends the same. My Thunder and Lighting will bring more than Rain. My style is brutal, you'll be beggin for pain. Life's a game but that don't make it fun. I'm Zeus and Hades rolled into one. Your words are soft compared to this gun. You'll be catch my bullets while throwin your puns. I'll spit fire while you try and run. So if you feel like hating then bring that shit on. You think your hot? Well I'm the muthafuckin sun. The day is rising and I've yet to yawn. Put down that bong n' move along, cuz I'm a king and your a pawn. Your awake in time for one last song, where my mower is singing and you are the lawn.
Take that Master P you bitch. Nah Nah Na Nahhhhhhhhhhhh muhfuckas.
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