*~Tambo~*

YOU CAN LISTEN TO THE AUDIO VERSION IN THE AUDIO SECTION

Said they better than CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Think you hard wit ya vest get stabbed in the mouth//
I'm the master of clout...cuz I put in work//
Then make it rain like these city streets after a drought//
Yea blackin him out...for the love of the cheese//
My gun shots make it dumb hot like summer degrees//
ILL...nasty when I step in the streets//
My skill penthouse yall aint on the same level as me//
Wrist so icy I'm surprised my whole bezel don't freeze//
F off...stop tryna stand next to a G//
Tambo yall know you aint messin wit me//
I swiss shit holes in ya dough, you have the rest of the cheese//
Cash the check and I leave...plus I ride wit the best//
Need protection? I could tell you who supplyin the teks//
I aint go soft just cuz I'm givin rhymin a test//
Call me the anchor man the way I'm stayin live on the set//


Said they better than CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//
CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//


Better start being carefull wit ya selecion of words//
I served alot of hoods...thats a broad selection of curbs//
I aint down for nothin less than a bird...I'm tryna see a flock//
Posted on the pavement takin quarters like a meter ock//
I chief alot...no face paint and no head dress//
Just Tommys, Hawks, and Talons till ya aint got head left//
I set rep..East Coast, Jersey, then its CG//
I'm astronomical, you need a telescope to see me//
T be runnin tracks faster than a GT//
DT's come I skate like white boys wit DC's//
I street sweep...plus you know I used to keep alot of grams//
Aint learn shit from chemisry except how to measure contraband//
Jealosy turns to infidelity...watch ya man//
A little dude wit big guns...I'm a contra fan//
Tears make the block expand then pussies and G's mix//
Keep makin waves I'll tie heads leave ya sea sick//


Said they better than CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//
CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//


I was born and raised in the struggle//
Never made alot of money but I stayed on my huslte//
Round the way wit a bundle..movin weight gainin musle//
Stop talkin shit cuz you could get slaid tryna tussle//
I'm goin hard for the change...can't tell you bout the next guy//
Not technological but what I'm sellin is ya best buy//
Yes I...am the front runner jack//
The boy tambo stay higher than the thunder scrap//
Plus the pump where my mother at, fuck wit that//
Not a fan of the wisper song but I will fuck n snap//
If you dumb react...I aint never gave a shit//
The population I was raised in had me on some crazy shit//
Watchin feinds foamin at the mouth on some rabies shit//
No stars where I'm at, da chronic got me on some spacy shit//
Hazy shit...Jersey know I'm blowin em out//
So if you think you competition you should open ya mouth//


Said they better than CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//
CG? Where they at? Point em out//
Point em out...if you G point em out//

*~Tambo~*

uppin this shit