When I bust flows I don't repeat myself. Battlein these 2 white boys be bad fo yo health. Watch yo back but you can't relax 1,2,3 bout how many tracks I got, Im somtin that you not. Killa MC- White but hot. Make you say how this white boy gonna be related to Pac. Is the questions they ask cuz when I spit pepole step back and gasp. I rock rocks and glocks- my wiggas drive by get shot up my block- mocked on yo Enemies- 50 cent and Ja drunk off of Hennessy. Wha? Thats what I thought- us Flint town gangstas to real to front. NOW BRING IT ON!

We 2 Flint Town boys,
You can't handle us,
And now u say u wanna battle us.
We 2 Flint town gangsta thugs.
We'll roll u up,
Like u was juss another rug.
We'll sell out,
Like it was juss some mo' drugs.
Yo girls wantin to give us 2 thugs hugs!
We tell her to stay off da drugs.
But yo,
We juss 2 white boys everbody know,
Representin GB ta Flint town yo.
We 2 Freestylin kings,
representin our crown.
Dawg when it come to rappin we don't mess around.
We'll make every body go crazy,
After we spit our flow,
u'll be dazed.
Flint town is where we were raised.
And yo what more can we tell ya'll about us that u dont' know?

Slaves and braves, show me love ballas, Hatas and playas, show me love callas. Yea show me love, yea yea yea, uh, show me love show me love.

"How many brothas fell victims to the street rest in piece young playa theres a heaven for a "G" be a lie if I told ya that Iv'e neva thought of death, my homies we the last ones left." (Repeat)

A Gangsta's life is full if booze and lots of liquor. An East Coast Gangsta who could spit it iller or quicker than he eva could, yea right. Get up out the hood until this day in age, when playas are at work and they be getting paged up, shot up, yea gangsta load it up. Im only 13 years old ballin out of control, I ate up the game than I spit it out whole. Now Playas will be playas, Hatas will be hatas, life goes on, and still every girly wants to date us. Ima killa, killa beast at least, I kill wit gunshots and Im out my benz yellin yo Peace out, Im gone. Round the world Im known fo takin yo girls, and makin em' moan. Im all alone, and outta control, I like to ball, you like to bowl. I guess my fast pace is takin a tole. Sit the hell down Ima flowin kinda soul. First Noel yea it sounds good, from my hood to yo hood, up in Cali Baby, are words make you go hazy, The hunnies be like Nick and Nate they betta than Shady. Please put me on yo demo, and save these lyrics becuz they a damn memo!

Repeat, Repeat!
Nate and Nick on fire.
They raps raise the heat.
We from da hood,
That's why our flows so good.
Would u, should u battle me?
Knall, u'll juss get kilt.
My flows make yo brains get spilt.
West side Sho us some love,
East side Sho us some love,
North side, Sho us some love,
Dirty south, Sho us some love,
The whole World, Sho us some love.
We feel da love!
No mo' hate,
In a battle i'll eliminate u
like we on elimidate.
Dawg Don't hate on us cuz we better,
We juss got mad dawg skills,
We gone underground,
Like a fish with gills.
Ya'll can't compete to our skills,
After every flow,
we go home and count our hundred dolla bills!
Yo i'm done messin with these clowns ya know!