these boys jus dont kno, bout the souf
the place were guns, r put in yo mouf

on hatin muhfuckas, cuz they jus like a hoe
talkin shit, like they a fuckin C-E-O

yall need to undastand, u dont got skillz
hatin on cats, that rob to pay billz

so bring the hate, in any shape form or fashion
we be the boyz, that be quickly blastin

the rymes i spit, are strait from the dome
im the type of dog, that will run up in yo home

a pitbull type, that shakes when he bites
i wanna see blood, not pussy fights

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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