With a mic in my hand i'll turn a hundred into a Grand
Yo carear gone sink like quicksand you a boy pickin a fight with a man

This ain't a battle its more like a one way fight
I aint gone call him a fag he the opposite of a dike

He stricitly dickly kid you cant get with me
Keep talkin feel you body with holes like fifthy

Im on the grind That nine a give you a crazy mind in not time
Give you a crime you be spittin rhymes bunkmates with shine

How come everyday I met a bitch that think he the shit
I bet yo whole hood full of pussy like a porno flick

Suck a dick anything to get you to be quiet
He was the one hidin behind the bush in the watts riot

Im a gangsta you aint no where near my level
Better settle cause S dot spit heat like the devil

You one of them cats that a never be able to rap
Next time rhyme even kindergartners can do that

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Guess who's Back
Still smellin crack in my clothes
Dont make me relapse on you hoes