yo yo yo lets murder deez fooz im sick of dis shit mayne

i buck buck buck blast wit the black ski mask like my homie kadaffi yo i bust dat ass and like ms.dana dane its the reign of the tech anotha gangsta named cashflow so hit the deck cuz my hood changed it feels kinda strange a whole lotta gats and a whole lotta gangs too much ppl on crack and wannabe makz stuck in da ghetto and ya dont know jack now im walkin down my block and ya hangin wit ya click talkin dat shit about da outlawz so i pulled out my gat and knightshade got hit, ya low-life faggot u sorry ass bitch cuz u crossed da line u lost ur fuckin mind stepped into my hall at the wrong damn time now i gotta get away and leave the scene of the crime so i hid down in da ghetto and i played down low but im sayin ur gonna get blasted but like the late marvin harris i gotta go,gotta go na fuck dat i rather blow all ya'll away i aint done ya'll bitchez see me u better run,the productions r a joke they've been doin 2 much coke and we all know there broke but im jus chillin wit cloudz of marijuana smoke, i cut of ur balls and and leave em where they belong in ur mouth i aint from the south but i know how 2 get dirty i blow a whole in ur dome then i rome and bone ur girl so excuse me mr.softy but ur girl wont get off me cuz im harder than a rock now im chillen wit my 9m glock so stay away cuz i dont got time 2 play wit pussy bitchez i gotta collect my richez