no need for a fukn title

i leave fools cripple when im brawln',
grabbn' the mic and not rippin is like rockin that duece triple and not ballin'/
DU do whateva 2 get that bread, dollars, and mills,
i keep lead hollows in steel, and i dont beg, borrow or deal/
my eyes work w/ double vision, the blok i hug and pitchin',
while yall rather struggle bitchin', im done fukn' sittin'/
i gotta make cake ... elude the cuffs and prison,
i gotta escape ... er' verse this fool crush when spittin'/
u gotta relate ... thats its cruel, rough and sickenin',
nigga, its tough in Richmond, so i quik 2 brusie sucka's bitchin/
dont bring me the rift-raft, my clik blast, big ass ,
burnas that'll leave u attended by a med-ic staff, quick fast/
and ina hurry, dont hestitate, draw and im burstin' tha shit,
double barrel get u ate twice like a purchase of Twix/
this soon 2 be king crush u dudes ,
i holla bak ina second i gotta put this green dutch to use/

go read how i crush dagreatest, if u wanna laugh

PO lines
this is tight rappin', u hearin the don,
got bullets from all sized from Mike Adams 2 Muresan/

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that says enuff