born to live and you a nigga ready to die
I tote that steal and keep a nigga ready to fly
You talking, but all I do is pistol sparking
I be the reason, late night
Them fuckin dogs be barking
4's be hawking
leave a nigga cold in the garden
You talking bout chicks in your rhymes
but like a trained dog /I can smell the dicks in your lines.
and niggas like you get hit from behind
I'm sick with the nine.
and straighten up lil bitch
U got a twist in your spine