im dangerous, like bein in war on the front lines...
when theres a problem, i make it work out like its crunch time//
to beat me you'll need a bunch of rhymes//
..and ill beat u physically, cuz i aint into spittin lines//
committin crimes, my cell mate is my rommie//
coogi sweater, wit the dookie tim's...
jacket alighment wit the uzi...
yall niggaz is sushi, a dead fish outta water//
u dont kno respect, ill spit on ya father..
you niggaz outta stop//
ya life wortha quarter...
i cause manslaughter when i put my bare hands on ya//
tear out ya eye balls and pawn em'//
bullets, launch em' like nasa does space pilots///
u gonna need the coppers, cuz me alone is a one man riot//
known to supply, and u buy it//
so kno that u invested in my whip when u see my flyin///