Here's a little rap about a lifestyle. It break's like tihs:

Little fuckin' nigga's want the cream
Things ain't always what it seems
The crack makes a strange dream
Knock Knock a little murder waitin' at the door
Grab your tech to wreck and leave him bloody on the floor
Bam Bam the murder is done
Don't try to run away the chase has just begun
Motha fuckas betta run
So they don't devour the gun powder
Take the two tech's and shoot it's gonna make it louda
And how does the fucka keep endin up in fowl predicaments
Take the mack 10 and rip through all the legaments
Stop gawkin' start walkin' away 10 feet
Or you'll end up 6 deep

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn