aight, here we go...

pointin yo finger at me should b a crime
i put up 3, make u bleed, make u read between the lines
when yo bitch look at me, imma take yo life
wit my knife, cut yo heart out, twice, take yo wife
but u know yo ho aint got no chance wit me
no matter who she blow my pants wont go from me
cuz that shit's diseased, strawberry, check it please
leave u wit a stigma like da nigma bitch get off yo knees
u might b laughin but i'm clappin whole entire families
when yo lips r smackin and yo tongue's flappin i pull out my keys
hop n the limozine put down 23 windows just 2 breeze
so when i flow like the air, i know u gonna stare
wit yo mouth wide open u bout 2 b chokin
every word that i holla, is one mo thin u swalla
like my dick when i stick it in u lick it and holla

peace