Should've saved ya flow..ya rhyming, we've all heard it//
Now you stepping to N.E.T? thats like driving without a permit//
Its strange to us..plain dangerous//
How you sopposed to win when even ya names runner up//
This gun is up..il pop ya location if you give me one reflection//
That mirrors how we arrange shit like an indian reception//...
(while we on the middle eastern subject)
Go read the karma sutra..cos only I please ya lover G//
Ya girl always cums first thats why i don't need a rubber see//
don't bother me..ya girl goes LOE..you lost the other V//
And then suddenly ya crew gets motherly//
saying you spit ill..but they just mean you need recovery//
Above me? naw, you aint know hip hop until you discover me//
I grab steel and peel like a fruit you queer//
21 gun salute you know the troops are here//
I'l take 2 ON like hong kong(think)..shots deflect like pong//
loot ya suburbs with 2 techs and a petrol bomb//
Don't know you've fucked up? Well when the trigger goes clap you will//
Recognize that these 7 figure gold raps are bills//
Go play with ya cronies..i got bigger cats to kill//
with bigger gats to drill and spill ya hat..thats ill//