my names cb but its knuckles to all of u kids/whether it be tha good ones..pushers or cats that did nuttin but bids/all of ur foes and ur friends yea now they listen to me/but talk shit once its like MTV the way ill b dismissing ur team/jacking and snatchin ur white, green, and all of ur gleam,next thing ill be takin is all of ur self esteem/rollin straight out of boston and u kno im bringin my thangs/that means the hard and the soft,trees and sum fuckin crank/try to take my shit once gettin stabbed up with a shank/ur heart will stop,blood will 2, ur mind will determine a blank/now i kno u said 10 lines or dont spit but i gotta stop kid/cuz everyone who jus listened felt tha words from a lyrical prophet/so now im gon let u chill and lay back in ur cockpit/i kno u dont wana die so start thinking of suttin to stop it/oops i didnt read tha topic of tha discussion/so im now off this bitch and of to tha block to start pushin/so i pull out a dutchy crush trees and roll one of em up/ steadily reppin for bean town brawlers steadily throwin em up..one
my bad dogg im new to this shit..new topic..tha pushin spot..ur block ur corner..wutever u wana call it