Ray Bop - Uncut lyrics

I think, he's the saddest MC to ever hold a mic, 
Cold as ice, used to think the seductress was my prototype, 
You know the hype, bet my whole life if I blow the dice, 
So precise, scary on these tracks like a Poltergeist
, Growing colder, with 16's out the pistola
, Beaming up, not thinking much of you scheming f**s
, All we do is steam the blunt, mind on a million bucks
, Find me on the up and up, word to my L, f** is up nikka!?
 Hardcore Uncut nikka
, Like I pack crack up for lunch nikka
, Crunch time, b**h I shyne peep when son rhyme
, For your mind, I spit these bars one time, 
Uh! I fell in love with it
, Heart pumping to it, peep how I do it, speak dope fluent
, I do it, peep how I do it, speak dope fluent, 
If they hate-f** you! well them nikkas get they own hustle
, Nikka, Ha, CHG b**h