im tellin u niggaz u dont wanna hear my glock sing the way ur blood was on ur shirt it looked like a miskeen a wear meezan or meja mikasa u keep talkin shit u gonna see my meja
A-Kasa i wear nothin air onez and girbaud wit wite t and a chain wit rolls gold u dont want shit man uz a bitch man wit the ak or 9 u gonna get hit wit man i dont kare no more and ur girl'z still a hore and while im getin richa ur steel gettin poor and dont think takin a shot at me will com painless ill find out were u r and hit u wit the stainless...steel that is wit a laza and shit i aint and one but my girl still say im sik wit it but on the mic im a professa cuz ill have the gun giv u a pop quiz and have ur brainz out like cheez wiz i could rap fast i just chooz not cuz i wanna rip u niggaz as slow az booze rots ayo i got to go so smoke a blut while im in ur mamaz bead........fukin ur ho