im all flossed out/
yal know bout me & how my squad toss clout/
yal know bout my heat or the mic brawl or bout/
its bout 5 or 6 yal niggaz look bout 5 foot 6/
i dont need nothin to fly thru cliques/
this fo fo will make you dodge and ditch/
im bout pies and chips/
yo bitch love me cuz my lies iz sick/
im rollin a S-5/
yal niggaz get chestized/
im feelin the fresh vibe/
and who still want it/
i told ya chick i wuznt built to own her/
this nina got a feelthy owner/
i pull up and peel the corner/
my dudes iz straight/
me and my clique dat be movin weight/
we move and skate/
like most rude dudes wit dates/
but you can find me on duce duce....not factory dubs/
you can catch me in da back of da club/
wit a package of drugs/
hop out of line and get smaked wit da snub/
you drop from a dime now you back to a scrub/

Lol.....Weak lyrics , Weak Concept , Weak Flow...Everything was Weak.........................Elevate

i think this focus'd was taking the piss^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^