The Rock Show Lyrics by Fiend

The Rock Show Lyrics

    Verse one:

    36 ounces of thousand in grams
    I ain't never had shit, now i plot to piss or a stick
    Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick
    Who wanna hunger young rick
    Thinking i can't get, out the situation
    I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick
    Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga
    Now when dophines' surely come, i know how much to give her
    Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps
    Catch me in the set and i'ma have what'cha want want
    Playing it raw, i ain't out here for my health
    And tell the temp service, ain't blood myself
    Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt
    And proving thy self from cream that don't melt

    Chorus:

    (nigga why) before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp)
    36 ounces of thousand in grams
    If it ain't legal and from uncle sam
    36 ounces of thousand in grams
    How i get them cars, houses, and land
    36 ounces of thousand in grams
    You ain't seeing shit till money in hand
    36 ounces of thousand in grams

    Verse two:

    My brother and cousin got a plan
    Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands
    But yet this bad and i'm the one with the life sands
    A ten millimeter for protection
    For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah
    I cost to cigars from being broke
    And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah
    To old for mcdonalds, that killed hope
    And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah
    Penetentries chance's here i come
    That nigga move to fast i'ma pop his ass one (pop)
    Drop his ass one (pop)
    Bringing home the brick
    What 'ya know when the fiend got his own started up git

    Chorus

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