Freestyle 3

Knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone
I done just bought me some brand new chrome
Came off a grip, I'm not a fuckin' crip
It's the boy B.I.P. to whip the whip
The slut, slapped on the butt
Nigga what's up? I got my fuckin' cup
And my fuckin' hand, I'm the fuckin' man
Ridin' fours to the sand, me and Head got a plan
Wreck the industry, do you feel B?
Hopped up on three, represent the HC
Me and JC, tippin' down slow
In the fuckin' Bent', or the wide body fuckin' low
Bouncin' like a toe, what's up po-yo?
On the fuckin' floor, I'm in the mo, fin' to explode
Holdin' my remote to crank up the bang
On the corner I'ma slang, holdin' grain
With them damn marquis's, fuckin' all the nieces
Got my motherfuckin' pieces
Two or three, maybe four or five
Comin' 2000, I'm comin' live
To the top I'ma strive
I'ma go long and hard, rep the whole ward
I'ma just sip the 'nard, and
Hold up Head

Hold up it's goin' down, it's goin' down
Gotta smoke a pine, 2000 gotta shine
Fine to show my spine, ridin' big foreign
Hoes be adorin', hoppin' out
Gucci shoes with the Ralph Lauren
Polo on my chest, screens in the STS
Thanks to JC, Lil' Head been blessed
I'ma let these niggas know, never been a ho
I see a yellow broad lookin' good in Moschino
Do it like I can, ridin' to the sand
Ridin' 84's, candy red
Hold up, 'cause it's real, fuck the red
Like I said before, Lil' Head can't be scared
I'ma bleed the whole block 'til the block get bled
I'ma let these niggas know, a whole book I done read
'Cause it's time to go hard, wreckin' the boulevard
Nickname is Lil' Head, real name Rashard
These niggas know, Lil' Head splurgin'
Ridin' 20 inches, while I'm ridin' rollin' bread
Follow behind me is JB, in the drop top privy
Bars beepin' me, it's understood you really gettin' it
Wanna suck me off, represent the south
Sippin' the codeine to kill my cough
These niggas gon' see, I'm headed to the T-O-P
Boss Ness baby with that boy Big D
Blowin' tree every day, all day
Freestylers for display, it's a beautiful day
What's up to SA, ridin' on 8-4's
Like I said before, start your nine with my gold
That's my shiny grill, man they gon' be
Tell me what's the deal, 2000 stackin' the mill
What's up Lil' Walter? Fuck the damn slaughter
Fuck your wife, I might fuck your damn daughter
What's up to the north? That's the homestead in T12
1999 I used to have a crack sell
It's 2000, now I'm just rappin'
Ridin' top down, ain't no need for the cappin'
What's up Chris Flowers? Rainin' like a shower
Lil' Head is 4 foot 3 but I can stand like a tower

Stand like a tower, you see the big B
I'ma go off, I'ma wreck the industry
You boys know me, standin' 6'2"
Ridin' on cutters and my candy paint is blue
Hoes ready to chew, all up on my dick
I'm the fuckin' shit, you can smell me from afar bitch
Hit the switch, I'm talkin' 'bout the third fuckin' one
Man a ton, in Southside I'm the one
Duggin' and leavin' the tag on your toe
Burnin' off on my fresh set of 84's
Yeah, like I said, roll red
Yeah, we can't be scared, fuck the whole world

Hold up, what's the deal? I got a roll candy on
Niggas be bumpin' that bullshit, bring 'em on
It's me, H-E-A-D, it's over
What's up H and C and Humpty Hump?
Ain't no hatin' in my blood, man what's the deal?
Stackin' the mill, I'ma hit the club just to kill
Lil' Head may be small, but I'm bigger than a giant
Got more hoes on my dick than a barber shop got its clients
More energy than Reliant, I gotta keep flowin'
Like the Easter Bunny, I'ma keep goin'
These niggas steady hatin' me, boys gonna see
I can't stop until I reach the T-O-P
What's up to ESG, and that P-A-T
R.I.P. to Big Skee, that's my partner fo' sheezy
I'm off the heezy, my block on fire like Lil' Weezy
Like I said before, chillin' in the drop with G-Beezy
That's my boy, sippin' on the raw
Keep a yellow star, top down, I'm sayin' Lord
Ridin', sittin' on buck high
I strive, like I said before, 2000 I'm goin' live
In the studio, gotta tippy toe slow
Down the block, see the trunk go
I'ma put it low

Ridin' on my fresh set of fo's, like I said before
Here I go with some more fuckin' shit
As I recline, top down, bumper kit
Gon' be relaxed, I'm the fat mack
I'm not sellin' crack, but I'm sprayed by the jack
Baby you need, I might find me a freak
A dime to her feet, I'm goin' off on the beat
Goin' off, represent the south, never took a loss
You can tell by my watch, I'm a boss
I'ma go off, I'ma wreck the industry
You boys know me, standin' 6'2"
Ridin' on cutters and my candy paint is blue
Hoes ready to chew, all up on my dick
I'm the fuckin' shit, you can smell me from afar bitch
Hit the switch, I'm talkin' 'bout the third fuckin' one
Man a ton, in Southside I'm the one
Duggin' and leavin' the tag on your toe
Burnin' off on my fresh set of 84's
Yeah, like I said, roll red
Yeah, we can't be scared, fuck the whole world

Hold up, what's the deal? I got a roll candy on
Niggas be bumpin' that bullshit, bring 'em on
It's me, H-E-A-D, it's over
What's up H and C and Humpty Hump?
Ain't no hatin' in my blood, man what's the deal?
Stackin' the mill, I'ma hit the club just to kill
Lil' Head may be small, but I'm bigger than a giant
Got more hoes on my dick than a barber shop got its clients
More energy than Reliant, I gotta keep flowin'
Like the Easter Bunny, I'ma keep goin'
Every day, all day, Lil' Head don't play
Freestyle is for the display, it's a beautiful day
Oh by the way, gotta get my shine on gleam
Steppin out piece and chain I'm so crispy clean
Know what you mean, stackin my paper, I'm Gucci
By the way I got your broad and she really wanna do me
Screw me, it's a must to stack my money
I gotta put it down for my baby boy, my girl, my money
It's real, I'm stackin a mill, I'm on the grind
Like I said before 2000, the time to shine
These niggas feelin me and I really don't give a damn
In this beat I be, recognize who I am
I'ma ball licks and licks, went from crumbs to bricks
Top down in the Bentley, screens on watchin flicks
Headed by the oasis, it's gonna be a disaster
Follow behind me is the nerve, don't pass the master
That's my partner Alvin, can't forget about Arlo
Gotta tippy toe, feet wood on 84's
It's real, I'm stackin a mill, what's up Troy Reed
Where the drank, where the soda weed
Hot as sippin, I ain't gon trip I'm on the floss
Like I said before I paid the cost, the boss of all the slats
Slattin back, a matter of fact I'm sittin fat
Ridin bubble eyes, simply mackin that
It's real, cause these niggas gon feel me
H-E-A-D, I popped up in the industry
All of a sudden the dark was gone, now it's been shown
I'ma shine, I'm the king for the throne
It ain't the freestyle king, I'ma let you know
It's only 3 D, Lil' Keke, P-A-T and the E-S-G
It's real, I'ma let it be known
Like I said before I grab the mic and go on and go strong
Grabbin my dip bone, gotta flip, I'ma sip
I ain't gon trip, candy coated, nothing sweet
Ride, I'ma glide, through the Southside
84'S, candy doors, relax and ride
Ride on the grey, what's up to the R Bray
It's a beautiful day, freestyle is for the display
In the hood, keepin it understood, I ain't gon stop
Southside affiliated and I gotta body rock
Waltz, let's, screens in the STS
Like I said before Lil' Head has been blessed
Freestyle in the meanwhile, he's the golden child
I see your broad peepin me, I have to crack a smile
Smoke a black and mild, to relieve the high
Don't know why, when I hit the boulevard
Lil' Head, I'm stayin fly, every Sunday, I'm ridin on grey
Like I said before, the Fern Arch I display
He got a lil tame, grippin the wood grain
84'S swangin with them J's