yo yo yo check it, P. city, represet
yea bitch i talked bout ya moms

I met ya moms the other day, she was on my dick
She liked my choclate so good, she asked if she can eat my shit
She told all her friends what she did in the bed
Next thing i know all these bitches wanna give head
Dem broads lined up one by one and asked "Master Please?"
I told each one of them bitches to get on their knees
As i told u before and what u see
u know ima motherfuckin PIMP

yo i ant done yet
check it

yea , ima flyweight, cuz i jus got on
me and ya mom makin babies in the back and front lawn
"Wackness Emergency Center" what the fuck is this shit
i put a 9 to ya head then ill fuckin click it
Withersman u got no choice
Ill run u over wit my '03 Rolls Royce
naw, this is not light, this shit is the bomb
u white pussy chaser, u tha fuckin uncle tom
my shit is tight, my shit is raw
when u dead would u like to be frozen or thawed?
Last but not least, withersman gonna get shot
rest in peace to my avatar, the only 2 pac
if my rhymes is hurtin, tell me to stop
would u like to recieve bullets from my berretta or glock?