(chorus) written by Boxer D
I'm a Crescent city savage, just causing a havoc
i'm one of the baddest, i got fanatics that love my %#@!

(x4)
($UPRIZE)
IM A CRESCENT CITY SAVAGE, JUST CAUSING A HAVOC, I'M ONE OF THE BADDEST, I GOT FANATICS THAT LOVE MY !#@(,

YOU KNOW I'M INTELLIGENT WHEN I GOT A !#@*ING GUN AND IT IS A !#@*ING FULL CLIP,
SMOKING THAT GOOD GREEN, I'M SMOKING THAT GHANJA,
THAT WEEK YOU KNOW I !#@*ED YOUR MOMMA,

YEAH, THATS RIGHT YOU DON'T WANNA STEP TO THIS,
I'M !#@*ING TOO LEGIT, !#$*,
I'LL LEAVE YOU DEAD IN THE MOTHER!#@*ING DITCHES, I DON'T EVEN GIVE A !#@(, MOTHER-!#@*ING !#$*ES,

BETTER RECNOGNIZE, YOU'RE ON MY HIT-LIST, MOTHER-!#@*ERS TALKING !#@(, SNITCHES,
I'LL !#@*ING MEET YOU DOWN THE ROAD,
I DON'T EVEN GIVE GIVE A !#@(, I'M GETTING THIS !#$) AND I'M GETTING THESE HOES,

I'M GETTING THEM IN DIFFERENT AREA CODES, YOU KNOW HOW MY !#@*ING FLOW GOES.

CHORUS

IM A CRESCENT CITY SAVAGE, JUST CAUSING A HAVOC, I'M ONE OF THE BADDEST, I GOT FANATICS THAT LOVE MY !#@( (x4)

LYRICS (MASTA TEC):

yo my life's wide open
try to open up but you'll see me puffin'
i don't have enough bling, but not enough green

i've always try to get that fame in a split
you think that i'm kidding, well watch me spit
out rhymes that you think that's so damn dope

have you tried dope, nope, well you're following the pope
i'm not hesitating to get that green
i don't care if it's a dollar fourteen

got the jesus blaze blazing up in my mouth
i must be lucky cause im not from the south
i'm from the west now you know what time it is

guitar string chewing, feeling like prince
i'm a rock-star with a brain of a pea
just chillin, makin' music never planning to flee

unless you're scared to listen to me
well, you've pitched in, (*##$, now you can't leave your front seats
my life is good with a shade of yellow

california dreaming 'cause my eyes so mellow
i'm just living the american dream
kicking it right with a mother-$#&@ing summer beat

pop that %#@! up 'till the sunrise
you don't even know that it's all good, right
if the #~!!@'s tight, let's shine the light

you think my flow's weak, well let's see you rhyme
hanging with the boys nate b and cali-cutta
no, i mean $UPRIZE, if that's any better

(*##$ you better listen as you melt like butter
pop-corn it up or i'll lose my temper
any moment now i must be heading to the zone

don't you even feel like you're all alone
you've got all of us on this mother-$#&@ing track
how'd you even realized that i'm so whack

you think that i have walls around my sack
well, i'm a mother-$#&@in' beast and i'll tear your $$#
now don't try to leave and don't be a snitch

i'll drink you up like pepsi, (*##$
now if that doesn't solve anything, well $#&@ it
can't think of nothing else to say, so suck it

your mouth's like a big-ass glory hole to me, that's the end so i better must flee