Big Pokey Hardest Pit Lyrics

Hardest Pit Lyrics

(*talking*)



Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn



And it go down for real, niggaz can't see me



Know I'm talking bout, I'm ean that







[Big Pokey]



Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin



I'm to the point of nine bars and, keep it throbbing



If you swing I'm bobbing, even if I'm dobbed out and mobbing



The only dope corner, in my Jordans



Niggaz is stars and, they need to get they game sharpened



Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened



I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking



And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking



Steady sparking, pounds of killa



Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala



I load eighteen wheelers, full of yale



Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail



Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail



Plus you know, that a young nigga built to scale



A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator



Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator







[Hook - 2x]



The haaaardest, the hardest



(rule number one, always keep it reala)



(number two on my chest, a untamed guerilla)



Keeping it reala, the realest



(cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla)



(take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter)







[Big Pokey]



I'm a thuggish nigga, on drank I'm sluggish



Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage



Keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock



From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot



Dome shot connector, red dot reflector



Fifty pound dissector, when I'm buying from Hector



Calls collector, plus a snitch detector



I.Q. like leopard, dope game perfecter



Mobstyle protector, sky street infector



I'm a platinum editor, CEO director



Chin checker, just a certified wrecker



Sweeping up sets, like a Black & Decker



I got Texas ways, it's simply cause I'm Texas raised



And handle all animosity, with techs and K's



Split toupees, I stain the brain



Everything gon remain the same, what's my name







[Hook]







[Big Pokey]



Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose



That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues



Leave no clues, cause niggaz is fools



Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice



Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice



Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise



It's nothing nice, if it ain't your time



Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down



I stay on top of mine, my game



And stains niggaz brains, like mines rain



It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame



(what if you off the chain), then you best to hide mayn



Spit verses for change, and bring the pain



Rap game John Wayne, (that's a god damn shame)



Infrared for aim, when I rain



This a nigga you can't contain, uncut cocaine







[Hook - 4x]