look im tired of these cats swearin that they hot
they write 10 lines and swear that its gonna be a drop
dont say that u nice, word to mother dont say that
im like chemical fusions i make these cats wanna react
dont be jealous
yall really think i wont harm yall fellas
2 shots not from glocks, pop 2 barettas
u cats aint the truth most of yall are cowards
when u see me in d hood, u got any idea wat ill do to u cowards?
i got glocks, that spit shots
from blocks, to hardtops
if u claim u gangsta, u talkin bout stuff u aint got
some people talkin up a storm, stuntin with a bottleg uzi
cuz i take cats underground, like they was buying a bootleg movie
i could spit half a track and let the other half sit
its like tales of the CRYPT, the way i fill so many caskets
no mercy for these rappers, cuz i have no remorse
cuz i be invading crews, like i was the trojan horse
i pausefor a second. then i slide on back
i could make this one of my tracks, nah chill ima fall back

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