You can catch me in Prodigy hood with a du-rag and hat
and notice I only limp walk when I walk with a gat
I cant stunt like I want b/c I gotta switch up Hoop-Ds
Cuzz niggas in ur hood payin niggas to shoot me
I want u 2 die slow so i'll suffocate ur breathing
and pressure on ur wounds aint gonna stop da bleeding
I'll just leave u in da street crying and wheezing
Then I'll blast ur moms next just to stop her grieving
Doing this reading-u cant tell i live n da south
but talk shit and I'll polish my gun right up n ur mouf
like Method Man I come to bring da pain
I'm tired of spittin bars so I'll send hollows at ur brain
I'm paid daily I dont wait for a check on da 1st
But I stay grimey I'll be at ur funeral to blow up ur hurst
I stay smart on da block to distribute my bricks
But u a small time cat-u still handlin nicks