yo yo....for all you fony ass cats with all your fony ass raps//
ask the question playboy does homey clap?//
youll get clapt at....i aint Ja theres no clap back//
i blaze first let the shells enter your chest and exit your back//
leave you stretched out for running your mouth//
im the type to staright run in your house....cutting your couch//
looking for that work like as if im A.T.F//
step outta line fagat get blazed straight to your chest//
rip your cuban right off your neck//
cuz im like Goldberg asking niggas whos next??....with 2 teks//
shoot at your feet make your ass do the 2 step//
known to smack a fool....pack a tool//
picture this kid ever go back to school//
cuz its a known fact...i hold gats...smoke blacks//
how you gonna spit with me if your written is wack//
have you saying hes spitting that crack.....flippin that track//
no need to hand you the MIC if im gonna take it right back//
you niggas aint no PIMPS yall are Toys R Us Krew//
dont get madd cuz a fat dude looks better than you//
catch you on the block puffing a Port....put the snub to your snort//
yall get hard like my dick but still stand short//
i get hard and stpit the truth in the booth//
only way yall niggas gonna drop hard if i threw you off a roof//

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hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1