u claimin sets, but u aint blessed
some serious bloods, might lay u to rest

ima tell u this right off that bat
i aint in a gang, i aint down wit that

i handle my bizness, by myself
stack my cheese, count my wealth

and if a crippy, saw that verse
even tho u aint blood, theyd leave u in that hearse

n that right there, is a fuckin fact
u willin to get killed, over that?

u writin checks, that u cant cash
they gon empty clips, and start to mash

and that right there, is some trill ass shit
i aint bangin a gang, but my colors dog, stay legit

my ghetto pass, is nice n fresh
when i saw yo ass get layed to rest

then i chilled wit my boys, that rockin colors
my boys in the crips, and my blood brothers

dont forget bout, them latin kings
they pullin nines, lettem sing

this verse right here, is non fiction
and ima tell u boy, u besta listian

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20