first off muthafucka/ im from framingham bitch/
kendal st projects where i bust guns and load clips/
im so sick when i spit/and my rhymes r greazy/
so keep talking that shit/ and ill let you see easy/
pac, big, aliyah and jam master jay/
let ya soul grow wings and just fly away/
cuz you in church every sunday /
while im loadn up my a-k/
and when i pop guns homie you do nothing but duckit
you pop more balls out ya mouth then mr bucket/
Its C.R to the I.M.E/ i got no remorse when im spittin on the M.I.C/
please believe you cant fuck wit me lyrically/
so concede defeat/ and im talking seriusly/
hang up ya mic man/and become a hype man/
cuz lyrically you loose and aint even got a tight jam/
you bring a knife to a gun fight hoping it might jam/
so go ahead take that chance/but find ya self getting ran fa ya shit
when i got that 40 cal getting loose in a stance you turn bitch/
you aint no thug or gangsta homie you aint shit /
and i aint no thug or gangsta but but i aint no bitch/
but youll get clipped in yo brick for fucking wit this