i stay wit a mack at the side of my waist//
if u yap heat'll clap at the side of ya face//
gotta 9 that i brace wit 9 jus to waste//
that'll leave ya mind thinkin outside of ya face//
tag dyin ta taste lead caps to that spleen//
catchin (egg) shellz from the carton like it halloween//
wit tha sweeper thatll body ya team while robbin ya green//
and take from u the mic,ya life,and ya hopes n dreamz//
keep ya head up nigga im introducin//
a rugar that spit more babies(bullets) then yo moms producin//
dum ass in dis battle im losin//
sike end dat illusion cause u dead while that piece shootin//
end was kinda weak but im feelin it.........next!!!!