Okay yall lets do this shit .

Younggadget
I'm in the world's business/
My business is the world/
Doing 20 things at once,plus I'm talking to your girl/
My flow make you url,like you at an amusement park/
Becareful in the dark,cause in the dark that's where I spark/
I got 7 girls of every race like I'm on Noah's Ark/
You can't drown a shark, i rather hark and spit on your grave/
For being brave ,I send shot till them bitches gaze/
Put you in a daze,put you in a grave/
You dudes is 7 days,in other words week(weak)/
Every day of the week,I creep down streets/
Looking for cats that talk shit behind my back/
So I can squeeze the trigga on my gaut/
So you best to believe it my nigga I aint these other cats/
I got bigger nut sacks,and gauts to blow the wall back/
And your chest back so nigga can you test that/
Nope,I don't think you can,to all you clowns,the funny shit is coming to an end..why?/

chorus
Cause it's all about Ghetto Animosity and my city/
We don't get enough trouble nigga ain't that a pity/
We get giddy when we bout to scrap/
Niggas talk shit,nigga get the fuck back/
Before I break you off these bullets like they kit kats/
Nigga get back,get back,nigga please get back/
Before you get your wig tapped,pimp slapped/
So get back,get back,nigga,get back,get back/

Bloodbank

I blind you fucking niggas with the ice on my wrist/
And if there's a party at a house we only poppin the cris/
Don't bring your girl to the club cause we taking that bitch/
You want to talk shit,you can see my semi in act/
I put the guns in your chest push it out of your back/
We turning skinny niggas fat from the lead of our gaut/
We don't mean to make you bitches cry/
We just want to know if you motha fuckas want to ride or die/
If not I'm quick to put 3 in a guy/
Bullet hole in your forehead,you got a 3rd eye/
If you got dance moves break 'em out/
If not I put these guns in your chest and just try to Harlem shake 'em out/
Show bitch niggas what G.A. all about,what,what,what!!/

chorus
Cause it's all about Ghetto Animosity and my city/
We don't get enough trouble nigga ain't that a pity/
We get giddy when we bout to scrap/
Niggas talk shit,nigga get the fuck back/
Before I break you off these bullets like they kit kats/
Nigga get back,get back,nigga please get back/
Before you get your wig tapped,pimp slapped/
So get back,get back,nigga,get back,get back/

Younggadget
Ain't no time to negoiate/
I'm trying to finish my plate and take what ever you got on yours/
My flows like candy,butterscotch,snickers and smores/
In other words little kids,they be craving for more/
And bullets like kit kats,I'll break you off a piece/
I should be isolated by myself,living in peace/
Instead of writing raps and being a lyrical beast/
I'm living for ever the opposite of being deceased/
I'll leave your brains out of reach capease.you understand me/


chorus
Cause it's all about Ghetto Animosity and my city/
We don't get enough trouble nigga ain't that a pity/
We get giddy when we bout to scrap/
Niggas talk shit,nigga get the fuck back/
Before I break you off these bullets like they kit kats/
Nigga get back,get back,nigga please get back/
Before you get your wig tapped,pimp slapped/
So get back,get back,nigga,get back,get back/
**repeat 3 times then fade out**

That was my nigga Bloodbank.He aint on Rb.yet but he's coming soon.Lets get some feed back on this