no need for a fukn title
i leave
fools cripple when im brawln',
grabbn' the mic and not rippin is like rockin that
duece triple and not ballin'/
DU do whateva 2 get that
bread, dollars, and mills,
i keep
lead hollows in steel, and i dont
beg, borrow or deal/
my eyes work w/
double vision, the blok i
hug and pitchin',
while yall rather
struggle bitchin', im done
fukn' sittin'/
i gotta make cake ...
elude the cuffs and prison,
i gotta escape ... er' verse this
fool crush when spittin'/
u gotta relate ... thats its
cruel, rough and sickenin',
nigga, its tough in Richmond, so i quik 2
brusie sucka's bitchin/
dont bring me the
rift-raft, my
clik blast, big ass ,
burnas that'll leave u attended by a med-
ic staff, quick fast/
and ina hurry, dont hestitate, draw and im
burstin' tha shit,
double barrel get u ate twice like a
purchase of Twix/
this soon 2 be
king crush u dudes ,
i holla bak ina second i gotta put this
green dutch to use/
go read how i crush dagreatest, if u wanna laugh
PO lines
this is tight rappin', u hearin the don,
got bullets from all sized from Mike Adams 2 Muresan/