Artist: Bolo Gah Album: Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat, & Years Song: Freestyle Interlude Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Bolo Gah] Lets do this baby, One time and one time only live from Hell A soul piece nigga, U.P.T., Literally [Bolo Gah] I get chills up and down my spine I need to unwind I'm speakin-sneekin silence through the late night grind My mind ramble'n, Full time stress and straight gamble'n With freedom everyday on these bricks, But I be handle'n That Governmental foot on my neck These fickle niggas with they lack of respect Nickel slick holes in P.O.'s Stupid ass hits, Somebody tell me what it's all about I'm fresh out the feds, You come to me and got your head out Listen, I aint kissin no ass, Reminiscin bout the past Or breakin you off a blast till check date So I say do what you feel and keep hate'n Be poppin all that ultra slick shit, But I'll be waitin In the cut just to best a lead nut, Up in your pussy ass gut It's still poppin with that up town strut, What It's simple mathematics for really I bundle Billy, Lay a chilly in the fully conversion And steady serve'n fiends, Stackin for that house and that Burbun I'm serious bout keepin my shit together forever, And I'ma stay out No Sister-Brother-Father, My Mother be on some other But I'm hope'n she discover I love her, (And that's a true fear) So peace to all my niggas from Walla-Walla to school kills They stay sucker free and be what you be, This shit is that real And I'll be make'n sure that rat know how the gat feel Then hit em with a permanent sleep pill, So lay chill When I got we got, Understand and understood All bottles to the sky, Represent your neighborhood Love'n all my peoples that's gone but never forgotten I wish yall would spoil if it's rotten the way they be plottin M-O-N-E-Y me, Why not About to take the game winning shot, And play this new spot I need that outta town dollar, I got that plop-plop-fizz-fizz water Callin it like it T.I. fucking is, Straight for the U.P.T. nigga, What