u wearin a white tee jus say u a mark
then ima rob when the sky gets dark

when i pull a lick me n my boys feast
look at my gun this bitch is a beast

its a big muhfucka wit 30 of his friends
and all 30 will chase u down to ure end

leave a nice big spot on yo white tee
all cuz u wanted to b ballin g

so i creep, then i crept
sent these bullets strait fo the neck

have yo ass sprayin blood like a super soaker
u cant breath its like u got a choaker

but not one of those gothic fuckin collars
like the one u got cuz i wanted dem dollars

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20