Hot PHILLY Nigga HERE.....HOLLA
 

don't fuck wit PHIST, I got a short fuse....
if that biscuit in ya eye, then you got a short view...
i'll give you work like a waiter, lemme take ya order....
and i'ma spin ya thoughts around like a tape recorder...
dont act dumb ack....
i'll turn ya lungs into crumbs ack...
tha desert eagle make you drop wit just one shot....
lets lay down the stakes, we playin for keeps...
you get found in a city creek after layin for weeks....
you faggot ass birds sleep, i'll dismember ya beak....
I ROC Fellaz frum tha DELPH until the whole MEMPHIS is BLEAK....
if I battle, i overpower rappers wit my quick wits....
I spit shit frum my mouth strong enough to split bricks...
so who can get wit....
a nigga bombin other rappers like spray paint...
wit glocks full of demons so evil they spray saints....
im frum tha streets of the WEST KILLADELPH.....
we got hollows for that vest quick to kill off ya inner self...
so watch ya back, let ya homies take care of ya front side...
if they dont, you might just end up witta couple of lumped eyes...
take heed, my team consists of gun butchers wit choppaz....
and pitt bulls that'll rip tha neck off of rottweilders....
for 40 days and 40 nights we be huggin tha strip....
choppin bricks, while yall be huggin a bitch....
fuck that, its too much damn doe for tha takin...
thats why i keep tha raps hotta than the inside of satan...

jus fuckin around...early...holla at cha boy