yo i spit enuff to shut down any nay'sayers
got a gang niggas paid to shoot like NBA Players
the tech spray enough to make u ooze gallons
u leak so much blood it'll make u lose balance
u runnin ya mouth n now i've felt its on
bitch u about as "str8" as Elton John
dont make me put 2 in ya braids
i make a line of niggas jump like they doin they wave
u aint hot wit the flow u can barely rip
act like u got dry mouth u can barely spit
n erebody kno my rhymes, them shits raw
im about to put STR8 HOOD down like sick dogs
dont ever let me catch u flappin ya jaws
naw i aint a lawyer but im passin this bar
dont think that String wont bang folks
the only time this nigga in the
hood is when he wearin his raincoat
if u come at me i'll put ya whole pack in kennels
dog its game over, this battles a wrap like Reynolds
i'll send bullets at u in the shape of spherical doom
ya spirtuals thru, homie get a taste of this lyrical brew HAAAA
