GRIM REAPER Doe Boy (Ft. Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
Yeah, niggas already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man
Big Doe Beezy checkin' in
Niggas know who run the fuckin' city, nigga (Knowles Ave)
Fuck nigga, I am Cleveland, nigga, fuck wrong with you?
Dig what the fuck I'm sayin', man?
Fuck the opps, they don't want no smoke (Oh, really?)
Oh

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
East Cleveland, that's where I reside (Knowles Ave)
I slide through the Clair, bitch, I'm good on the 5 (Boy)
Okay if I ride with my nine
If I see an opp, hope his shoes tied tight
Fuck boy better run for his life
Yeah, the opps say I'm pussy, but know how I get dough (Doe Beezy)
Went from a thirty-eight, now I tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (Think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous (Yeah)
I'm not no rapper, bitch, I put my gun in faces
He put his pen in statements (Slime)
Broad day, lil' baby (Slatt)
Put him to sleep, yeah, we rock that lil' baby (Rock him)
You better not talk to me crazy
Aim it, blazin' soon as I raise it, like ain't it? (Oh, really?)
All of these fifties, we pull up today, shit, we might be here the next week (Rrr)
He tried to step on me, he must got two left feet (Fool)
Amiri my head to my toes, designer my feet when I'm kickin' in doors (Doe Beezy)
Skeleton AP, try and the chop gon' sing like Rome (Think I'm playin'?)