Leroy "Precise" Edwards - I'm lyrics

I'M! (x8) [Verse 1] See I'm that n***a that's, fixin' to do my dirt under the sun I been hustlin' since the morning become I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue Watch out here come the cop, might notta stand still where you chill Run to no automobile cause it can k** My destination can feed my home purpose I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first place You want me show me the money you gonna be payin' Pop ya a** up out of the van and take these rocks up out my hand Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin' Hold up n***a, I don't know ya gotta reach out at the same time You want some, come get some Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM! I'M! (x16) [Verse 2] Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin' Windows tinted, n***a from a couple houses down Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin' It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that sh** Gettin' roped in that sh**, jump in this sh** I got to flippin' on n***a, you want some more of that sh** Live in that click where n***as do what they gotta do Blast em' with burnable f** em' and watch em' f** you n***a be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta But them n***as ain't gangstas b**h you gotta be big enough to think about bein' a f**in gangsta Most of them n***as be comin' real Bring it to ya blood field but that n***a got k**ed That's how it be's on that rough side The tough die, the strong die f** with the wrong n***as on with the wrong chrome Check the wrong sh**, walk the wrong zone n***a you good as dead and gone (Problem serious) n***a don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops Every n***a and his mom gotta Glock on my block n***as push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired n***a, you livin' by the gun Y'all need to handle y'all f**in' business cause I'M! I'M! (x8) [Verse 3] Don't sell it, Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin' Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin' I'mma Glock ya spot, ya head pop like a f**in' melon Do my thing destiny I'm a felon But I ain't just a young, black n***a rebellin' Breath by breath, step by step, day by day Playin' this game of d**h My n***a remind ya of manslaughter n***as slangin' quarters Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin' I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up Grits and cheese made me bigger Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next n***a The first one up to run up That n***a there gon' get done up When I put that f**in' gun up They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it co*k block me, you b**hes can't drop me Hoes gon' still jock me Got me now the n***as mock me I seen Scarface twice now I'm a f**in' carbon copy Missing on society And insane probably cause I'm full of animosity I'm kind of like at all I might huff and puff and blow ya f**in' hat off Tear it off, swear it off Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross My moaning make me lead Ten steps to feel these Got me co*ked these Swingin' like Conan Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans Talk more garbage, funk, filth, sh**, trash, and lies Rhymes so funky they draw flies If I rock one up, shock one up It simple enough to be did But your sh** terror rig Change your big n***as be sayin big Pa** the fig, don't give me no f**in' pig I don't choose no swine But eat Popeye's chicken and eat watermelon to the f**in' rind Feel the grip of this black chrome That don't f**in' rhyme, n***a get ya back broke f**in' with them black folks I'm (x5) with DJ scratching in background