I spit Ryhms at yoo like Fire\\Im coming at you Wit my up most Desire\\Im higher than Peter Pan\\When hes Flying in da Sky trippin on acid Fire\\Like Cheech and Chong\\I take a HIt from da Bong\\Pull out my DOng\\Strokin my Slong\\Hit it wit a cattle iron Prong\\Your weak im Strong\\ Your Tweaked im Not\\Ill take ya to Da spot\\Hit you Up wit my Glock\\Ill still Be on Top\\You think yur Quicker than Me\\You better think Twice cause your Not\\Im red Hot for the Fight\\Ill turn you in Fright\\Wit just Despite\\The news Broadcasting\\Says your Gonna die in PLastic casting\\I got my Boy Jay......Naaaaa.......\\He my Boy an All\\But wit you\\I wont Need him at All\\Jays the One ive Learned it all from\\Ive had his Back since day One\\And i Still have it From now to Come//