E-very body hit the deack young tips is in the room//
F-uck a street sweeper im on your street smaking you in the face with a broom//
G-iveing it any one and if you wanna show gunns//
H-omeboy ill shoot at your chest and let you feet jump out your AIR FORCE ONES//
I-m known to splatter you kids telling ribs//
J-ust head and neck shots no bullets at your ribs//
K-illing cats with spiked bats or scopes on big gats//
L-ike i needa sniper rifle "IM HOOD" ill strap the scope on the top of a MAK//
M-y words for you herbs is to harsh for you chumps//
N-igga i stay eating never full like Professer Clump//
O-n top of my game you dont wanna get smacked with a pump//
P-lates that ya'll eat off nigga there mine too//
Q-uare dudes like you get smoked with your crew//
R-un and tell cops what YOUNG TIPS just did//
S-tupid streets is watching and talking im gonna find out where you live//
T-ips is on top of his game like Randy Moss is//
U-tochable like a boss of all bosses//
V-ery noticable stay fresh to death i dress to impress//
W-omen let me on the first night bust on there breast//
X-tra xtra read all about it//
Y-oung Tips is running shit and oh yes hes bout it//
Z-ero is what you are....you seeing me? NIGGA I DOUBT IT//.......1


I KINDA CHEATED WITH THE LETTER X BUT ITS STILL KOO I HAD FUN DOING IT I NEVER DID SOME SHIT LIKE THAT B4....HOLLA.....1

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hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1