you called me out... but you really dont want it with me...
the only prick that cant drop good tunes with 42 keyz....
the gun pop... pushing ya mouth out ya head...
u be with the pigs all-day.... like u sleeping with the fed's...

hold up hold up FUCK THAT...

its ya boy ran... but i aint never left a sceen...
slash ya face... and leave ya bleeding all ova ya jeans...
i'll bash ya bones... rob a car then crash ya home...
snatch ya phone.. and let ya bitch hear my laughing tone...
dawg's im quick to flip like lab-tops...
pull ya ova.. rob ya work... then put it on ya block like bad-cops...
i blast glocks... shit so big it dont even fit in a stash box...


i got to go....

eeh at my rhyme thou lol...