Knappy Headed Hustler

[Chorus: Guice]
Look-look-lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way

[Verse 1: Guice]
Cognac in my cup, mic in my hand, blowin' out indo smoke
P-I-M-P-I-N-G from the Eastside, Snubnoze ain't no joke
Step into my world, open your ears, bumpin' them Blackout tracks
Clouds of smoke chase my bodily form as I sit back and relax
Deep in my brain lyrics they form like an Embryo, busters prepare for the burst
When I release, duck and leave, finna might send player haters six feet to the dirt
Trapped at the neighborhood, watchin' these fiends give up their life for that dope
Eastside tramps givin' up pussy for free when they need to be chargin' them folks
'96 folks, turn slow on my Chevrolet when I take a joyride through your hood
Six-by-nines, bumpin' that Snubnoze flavor, comin' from the hikin' woods
Street life in my veins blowin' through my body, what shall I do?
Visions of dead presidents by the stacks is all I see, but I gotta stay true
True to the game, separate boys from the men is a journey on the road to the riches
But I won't switch, hustle untiI I die, and if I get caught I won't snitch
Watchin' you shake, watchin' you shiver as I deliver like Federal Express
Bulletproof vest over my chest, land in my nest and get pimpin' to test

[Chorus: Guice]
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way

[Verse 2: Guice]
Pop the top from the Cognac once more, motherfuckers know that I stay buster-free
Knappy headed nigga with another blunt, finna fire it up for the niggas that's down with me
Hopped in the '6-4 Chevrolet, every day, deez on the Crips, so I'm ridin' on huzz
Can't get jacked in the drop season, so I looked broke and don't front like I'm slangin' fat dubs
Winter time '95, at your motherfuckin' ass, then I put the deez on the four, once more
Fresh candy paint, gold trimmed, three-fifty-tight-five, niggas deep when I'm ridin' at hoes
Bumpin' Dreamworld by my nigga Black, got a fat sack of some light-green, fill and roll the blunt
Took a shotgun and I'm swervin' and then curvin', niggas fillin' them twelves in the trunk
Niggas got beef with my clique 'cause niggas on the Eastside finna take over this shit
Death to the busters, infrared beam to your dome when you fuckin' with Snubnoze, biatch
Broke motherfuckers step back 'cause broke motherfuckers ain't takin' up nothin' but space
How the fuck you gonna diss the Pimp stackin' dollar chips with the infrared dot pointed to your face?
When I hit the Swisher Sweet, feel the beat of the Syko Soundz in your town when I roll on your set
Gotta give it up to the niggas that's down with the clique 'cause the rest of y'all niggas ain't shit

[Chorus: Guice]
Look-lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way

[Verse 3: Guice]
Watch them crackheads smoke ounces of dope, talkin' 'bout white cocaine
Do you slang? Do you bang? Visions of death inside your brain
Will you remain true to the game? Keep it as real as you possibly can
Never forget where you come from, never forget them niggas who made you a man
Take a good look at your clique, is them niggas real or are they fake?
If you get caught up will these niggas help you out or will they break?
For heavens sake, make no mistake, you can't survive with a clique full of busters
Pimps and hustlers formin' custers, takin' out any fake motherfuckers
Never trust a bitch or a ho that you don't know, yeah, she might set you up
Give you the pussy to snatch you up, then have her homeboys to wet you up
Take your cup, fill it with Cognac, buy you a twenty sack
Just relax, knappiest knappy headed nigga flow like a pro on the track
Syko Soundz shakin' your trunk, ain't no busters, ain't no punks
In this clique, shit's so thick, pounds of buds, and boxes of blunts
What more could you want? Step in with my niggas from the clouds of smoke
Mayz Road niggas ain't no joke, Eastside fool, that's all we brought

[Chorus: Guice]
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin'-lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-N, K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Look-lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?
K-K-N-A, double P-Y headed hustler from around the way
Lookin' in the mirror at myself, what do I see?