and my verse...

Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down now once I put on the pressure
you just gunna be another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over ya face, take ya to the morgue with the waste
'Cuz you was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to you in ya chest
In ya throat, in ya head, in ya back, through ya vest, YES
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass
its like ya steppin into the ring to face me in a heavy weight bout
im the one with the belt you just nothin that shows on ya 10 post count
go back to ya room and chuck on ya will smith cd "big willie style" cos by the verse you just spit...shit even he got more style
im spittin at you like im startin up an 18 wheel semi truck comin at you at bout 120 mph hit you send you flyin cos i just dont giv a fuck!
the bull bars embed right into ya head fuck it..all i gotz to do is talk to ya and you full of lead
i gotz tha shit thattl start shit rip apart shit and disregard shit
'Cuz you about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
you reppin La Familia? what! fuck they thinkin when they recruited you dawg just makes the krew look pussy cos i aint feelin ya!
the buzzers countin down 3 secs on the clock
drivin down the lane pass you like you the new kid on the block
2 secs left oh shit here it comes
dunkin on yo ass cut ya gums
just came at ya like kenyon martins gunna in the final
havin those spurs out and all summed up rippin theyre vinyl