ayo chek it ..dis homeboi is all bout da WHITE POWDER//
put dat shit in a line sniff it up..turn da beat up louder//
iam da jokah but not inta playin to much gamez//
and wenm iam at war all i be doin is scratchin namez//
and da day afta tha wars done ya mama gets da call//
"umm excuse me miss we found cha son he cut up and now about 2 ft tall"//
not meanin to be rude but thats how ma life iz//
stop screamin dude thats how u turn life less//
screamin like a bitch,,talkin like a snitch,,diein in a ditch//
at da crime scene theres 3 clipse..and wait how could i have time to switch//
like come on iam not yo sam-idy- sam i cant switch clipse that quick//
ayo iam da jokah not a muh fuckin magistian i cant sho u a trick//
unless u wanna see how quick i can pull da glock out and bust a few//
iam a blood nigga aint likin da crabs and i get da jolliez wen i bust a blue//
well sorry iam blabering on and on and on sorry bout that//
oh and bout ya famiily problems go to maury bout that//
and bfore i go i gotta give a shout out to ma queens niggas//
and wen u talk shit it means war wit boms drive bys and tons of mean triggas//
now who u kno who can do that shit quicka///
except twista ..or um fuck who dat old dude oh yeah gigga//

wun!

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