whats crack'in?......
a couple of bones... a few teeth.... and a nigga heart
for claiming he was a thug... when he was a bitch from the start
should i hit with a few left then a right
or keep it hood.... pull out the knife... stab'em... then bash'em with the pipe
im hype... like who the fuck what WHAT!
im trying to settle my beef in the street till im walking all ova hes gut
im done claiming im gang bagg'in...... im doing things with people i grew up
with.. and strap a c4 to ya cheast and watch as he's style blew up
quick.. prick my verbal punches is like metal rhymes trowing
i'll put a bullet in ya brain.. bet that'll be MIND BLOWIN
the crime slow'in... so im gonna bring back violence
start the wilding if hes smile'in...an have hes body burried on a island
and yea i love the tropical... but i'll give this fruit punches
that'll have him laying on hes back like he couldnt do crunches
he's style im shoting throu hunt'ing..... he aint crazy hes a while deer
from battles... to cyphers... to open mic he like us... i can tell he's a wild queer
i'll never deal-with-chips.. cuz he stay funny with my money...clown
chip stay with a frown.. cuz ransum like dildo... he'll never go down .......fuckah...