on the run like binladen/
aint none of your mans still standin/
duckin behind trees tryin to forget the shit happened/
niccas get creative when they locked down in the cell son/
shoot potatoes through pipes thinkin back the real guns/
bloody ass walls in the halls of my projects/
sling shots and blades aint even an object/
with shells to your head and your stomach to digest/
you lost like mitchell and your ryhmes is throwback wihtout the ness

next weapon: Sling shot