I met him at “8thstreet” he did anything to front me down/
But ill just come back with a knife for his throught and make him frown/
Now the real story begins, if he fronted me any harder I woulda took it to him/
Stab him, gut him, but I chose to take my hands and snap his lim in/.
Bitch thinks hes a balla on 8th street cant even afford some food/
Got so mad I slashed him up tossed him away, now I kno he has a rank attitude/.
When he gets pissed I could still take him with my fist/
Hes the first on my list now I drop him in three he on his knee he better bow straight down/.
He’ll be the one fucked cuz he layin on the ground/
He got found full a blood now that’s a blood hound/.
Now in my crew I was the best got crowned/
Don’t weight as much im like 120 pound/.
Never scared im tall and buff some people say its not enough/
Well ill tell them to shut up cuz ill hurt them cuz im rough/.
He don’t even smoke the herb and hes poor/
What a bitch he must be crying hes sore, and cant even get a ugly whore/.
That’s you 8th street after I fuck you up what you think you rap like kurupt?/
Shut up im the one that got crowned for hittin you up I still hold the cup/.
My rhymes are tough to all to much finesse/.
And still lots of love for my boys in the lockness/.