To My Beat...


Im tha new nigga off da block call me Jae Sizzle
I stay strapped, left hand got tha 22, in tha other gotta Pistol
Da lyrical genius, quit sendin me hallmark cards, I know im sick
Lil Brother drop tha beatz, and I'll show ya how to spit
I got da illest lyrics, either it's freestyle or its spitten written
Don't fuck wit me, before I have your whole family missin
Im da hardest nigga, i'll blaze an "L" but i'll never take one
I roll to Da Nati and go through uptown mason
No reason to lie, so all spit is da truth
Maybe im not so ill, but I done time in da booth
Da only time i rock 22, is when i wear da smith throwback
I did have a pistol, it'll push ya fuckin skull back
I make bitches choke, like when i burn da weed up
I run my own click EastEndKillaz, dogg im a Leada
Take a sip of my steel, run tha hood wit a clip, and shells
A nine millimeter wit hollow-tips in da field(Springfield,Oh)
I stand wit Lean, I make bitches scream like crack fiends
So much crack in hood, The Streets is full wit fuckin beans(burnt crack)

Tell me how i did......