here i'll spitt a verse and can u guyz please help ya boi out and put down a few names. My label is Trill Eastsiderz Street Legendz Prod.

Yo,walk around,hood on head,holdin it down,doin good on bread,now how you sound,sayin you sold a ounce,but if ya come sprayin an done sold a pound,then you can come playin an get knocked on da ground,Young 1 da king i own da crown,i do da dayum thing,uh i dont play around,an when ya hear da spray sound,lay down,cuz Young 1 rep da east coast,im smooth,i shoot da roof of ya mouth,so see me wit a semiautomatic pistol,an a automatic missle,i jus let'em have it cuz i'll leave ya blown away,i shoot ya wit one shot ya get sent to an unknown place,an Young P love to see ya wit half ya face,yaw bitches dat pack da mase,but i'll hitcha wit da shit ya get shot wit,so you will see one of these days,i stay wit da heat,weed,an stay blazed,amazed,an dazed to see how my spit been raised,cuz now my skill to spit an make a mill has increased,i kill an hit to shake a bitch on her knees,wit a destructive an creative skill,reconstuctin an still ya bitch niggaz soul i ate'em as if they were grilled,wit a crutial imagination,cuz domination is da situation im waitin for da preporation of takin over this state an starting my new generation of niggaz gettin sprayed an it to late man,man Young P real,i got money hgiher than a bankers bill,but still recist arrest,an they pissed cuz i passed da test