Apple Berry (Snow White and the Seven Grams) RiFF RAFF

[Intro]
Yo what up juve' baby
What's happenin' baby
MIA dirty play
H-Town connect
What's been goin' down up there

[Chorus]
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Ain't the one blame
When you see me in the streets
Don't call me on my name (don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Represent your city, represent your city
Do a crime get acquitted (don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Beat up your block, beat up your block
And make it screwed up and chopped (don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Show your gold grill, make these boys chill
With the diamonds in your grill (don't call me on my name)

[Verse 1]
Body rock, I might lead a lot
I can chop a block like a rock
Boy til' I'm hot, or til' it's cold
Watch my fifth fold
Appleberry over gold
Still 22, like the Clyde Drexler
Or I can put a 9 to your chest like Van Exel
Like the Pistol Pete, I can hold heat
44 shoot the jays off your feet
Leanin' on the scene boy
Since the byzantine
I been touching so much cash my hands permanently green
First finger tip, put it to your lips
It's a raff riff rap game Merrill Lynch
No mo' transactions, no mo' money to be made
Make you lose weight rap game Jenny Craig
Make you back flip, extra clip, hollow tips
Like Billy The Kid, two 9's by my hip