I move like freddy kruge wit the uz in my hand//
lugger in my pants, im still like im glued in the stance//
waitin to kill this fake rappers, cause the truth is im dead//
sent by he devil himself shit, im lucifers man//
right hand, my right hand ,holdin my cock in//
shells throw you ass back like Malone and Stockton//
left hand man hold my glock in//or i keep it tucked cause im known for boxin//
flows known as toxic//leave ya body swollen, get thrown by the docks man//
and t-west, you ain't you aint rullin shit//
you the nerdy type, silent,own a couple gats, and go to school and flip//
and im the jock that you aimin at// but im dodgin ya bullets// they call you t-west,man who give you that name//
im ya father nigga, and fuck quality bondin//
put ya body in a box call it quality bondin//
six abulances is the damages that im leavin from beatin the shit out of you is quick sorta like vick scramblin//
bet ya money on $hing $hing but naw dog I quit gamblin//
But give me 32 bars i bet I'll rip Hamilton//