yo yo what up
you keep picking on me cause i got a big head
at least i got clothes on my back and a roof over my bed
you go home hoping ur dads not drunk on the floor
but instead u find him fucking ur little sister up agaisnt the door
she fights with all her might to try to get away
but you say here dad pass her this way
you make fun of me cause i wear air force ones
its better than ur salvation army ones
you say the wrong thing to me your gonna find yourself in a bind
im gonna step up to you with all my 6 different types of nines
what do u think coming to my block rookie
ill beat you up so bad ull run home to ur mome asking to suck on her cookies
u think burning me is calling me rich
your the broke ass bitch whose living in a ditch
i aint afriad in basketball you might crosse me over
but i know ur terrified a black man might bend you over
what u gonna ryme something about shooting me
bitch u cant touch this im bullet proof cant u see
Ill bust a nut up in your mother
so how u fell about having another little brother
ill spit pharses that will thrill you
your nobody till somebody kills you
pyce

first ryme take it easy