this yo 1st look at da nu money of chi-town


I got 4 toasters wit round scopes put ur life on a downward slope
you fall down da hill jill while i hustle ur water to a well like dope
niggas gonna snitch til my wanted poster makes me famous
yall battle kats is just hemroids, better known as anus
shit, my flamers torch yo ribs / call 'em a forman grill
if norman will, then nu is gonna get u like the psycho i am
pussy boy ran, pretendin to be bob marley screamin ''MY GUN JUST JAMMED''
I know yo type fan...I understand i'll have u damned as sadam
gotta chill 'cause i'll robb ya shield and ignite dis beef like smoked ham
u choked man, hopped on stage and fell like a drunk broadway actor
im higher class, flyin past and u aint in my circle like broken protractors
my flows da main factor but dis nine is another reason your leavin
an da punches leave kids gums hurtin like when they was ''teathin''
lookin like chrome spinnerz 'cause da steel stay close to da wheel
i'll peel ya melon now you tellin everybody not to bullshit on da real




teathin=when babies teeth are just startin 2 grow

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