yea .......uh......iight.... feel me!!!

let me get it crackin//
set it on these bitches//
for actin//
pistol whipp'em//
take all of there possesions//
then clap'em//
skate off in da Ac//
an put da heat-up at stash//
switch -up whips//
head back to da scene//
in time to see'em//
zip-ur ass-up in da bagg//
how many bodies is it gonna take//
to show yall I dont plat dat//
lil Bobby tried to robb me//
took him for a ryde outta-state//
dat he aint ever make back//
Molly brotha Bud from downtown//
got gased//& pulled out on me//
made me get down//
but i aint have nuttin but a bag a weed on me//
3 weeks later//downtown// this nigga gets snuffed-out//
jaw all-wired shut//cuz da gun-butt//
shattered his mouth//when shout ur hood out//
sounds like ur faggots dat proud//
homo-style nigga dat pack a gat//
we all know ur style//
bend-over an take it from da back//
Da Ghost//i could flow for hours//
but iam gonna go lay a new track//
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