Killin or b killed
 

see u ridin in ur benz with the top down trying be a G,
but nobody in this town wanna throw down, u aint me
got at nickle plated in ur jeans with the hammer cocked
tryna squeeze the trigger but the mutha fuckin safety locked.
here we go again with this train of thought
if u keep fukkin around then ur ass is caught
up in a web of deceipt, cos these streets is no game to be played at will
it's dog eat dog, killin or b killed

ill rip somthin spit somthin thatil make all you muthafuckas wish somthin its scortch bitch i keeps it movin wit this and every time i spit shit im blitzed the ses blesses me wit the art of poetry and cant none of yall flow me my style forbidden neva bitten or written my words thru your ears will turn u soft like a kitten scortch liten shit up this year let me stop i see i already caused a tear