I made mistakes and learned, now I'm smarter than you
Harder than you, Jerzeys tha heart of his crew
Nigga picture this, and glance at it clearly
My flows gangsta, niggaz piss they pants when they hear me
I'm all business, you don't wanna dismiss, tha shit that I mention
Don't speak tha name unless you tryin to get my attention
I always in tha gutter, keep tha hood as a venue
I'll eat chu and ya crew, if there's nuthin good on tha menu
I can write a book on tha streets, or else get in tha drop wit me
Ain't no stoppin me, nigga I know that chu watchin me
Rap is cruel, So you know I gotta pack a tool
For niggaz that wanna get Ludacris and act a fool
I move thru tha hood in a six, I'm good in tha bricks
Fuck around and lose a body part that couldn't be fixed
You shouldn't remix, songs if you can't rap at all
You shouldn't talk gangsta if you don't clap at all
Cuz I won't spank ya, I'll clap at yall, macs n all
We g'd up from toes to head, hit foes wit lead
Make sho that you and ya bros is dead, so my pocket grows wit bread
Cuz once tha plan is composed, case closed I'm fed
Street knowledge enclosed in head, Nah I don't rep a crew
But tha burners in hand, one on my man, when I step to you
No one gives a fuck if we slept on you, stepped on you
Stepped on who??
Don't nobody recognize ya name, we ain't even hearda you
Your name won't burn in tha streets until we murda you

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~Jerzey~
As I'm Blessed with
Tha best gift

~One~

Holla at cha boi