Fiend - The Rock Show lyrics

Verse one: 36 ounces of thousand in grams I ain't never had sh**, now I plot to piss or a stick Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who want to hunger young rick Thinking I can't get, out the situation I'm 'bout to make these b**hes sick Since a little n***a, started to vision n***a 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: (n***a why) Before real n***a'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 sh** 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 k**ed hope And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah Penetentries chance's here I come That n***a move to fast I'ma pop his a** one (pop) Drop his a** one (pop) Bringing home the brick What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git Chorus