I left shells on ya front lawn, shots from the guage/
A nigga talk to much shit he get shots in his face/
shots in his face,a leave the nigga droped/
nigga feel the steam from the glock/
sixteen that I poped/and I'm raps newest prodigy/
ain't no one as hot me/can't fuck wit the kid/
fuck wit the kid/get shit tucked in ya ribs/
an if you want it gutter-gutter I ca torture your kids/
It's a problem, cause half these rappers is fake/
each one claimmin that they great/
they ain't never pushed weight/
and it's funny they be swearin they street/
Same flow, same song, just a change in the beat...

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"Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up
or eat you from the inside and hollow you up."- Beanie Sigel

"Stare gun in face
heart flutters dawg it's startin to race
stuck in my place
nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
death right around the corner soon as the gauge exsplode"- Me