Ya'll Folks still dont kno who u dealin wit/
But in a few seconds u gon hear wut we killin wit/
Money we stay stealin it/
Sum MC's r like 3" d!cks,I'm not feelin it/
Yeh I commit homicidal crimes on a massive scale/
Yeh i admit I do desperate measures if drastic fails/
Most chicks think about jewels and skin-tight clothin/
Me I have street dreams of me and my team hi-rollin/
Gotta money off these lyrics its too cold 'n/
Tha 1's in my pockets aint even worth foldin/
They just crumpled up like my insides beneath my ribcage/
Only way for me to survive is spill my guts on this page/
Nicca u not me til u walk 10miles in mah timz/
U wont see wut I see til u look thru these lens/
F*CK tha moral support,tha hell wit street credibility/
My words move ne1,consider em verbal mobility/
Sum1 say they gon kill u believe they speakin tha truth/
B4 they do the deed w/o leavin no substantial proof/
I'm not ya usual chick rappin in booths/
I'm also tha one wit bloodstains front and back of her boots*

Had to let it out....Lemme kno wutchu think,Stay ^
-Avi

Damn Ma, this shit was hot... the wordplay was on point. I'm liking your style. Madly uppin' this joint.

4 real yu dont spit like a bitch
dope to the core..
uppin.............

--like hell was full this mate decided to walk on earth--

haha thanx yall,uppin

^^