i'll take ya tonuge as collateral u aint speekin
if not strap i'll make a gun and splatter'bull have'em leekin
so u end up missin familys all in'a scatter full search freekin
tha fuck out as
they peep chuck out
i'll creep the fuck out the bushes
sneak wit da crew flip the fuck out we all bullet pushas
street flew out witta clip
shots buck out from the tip
got ppl stuck out in tha middle of'da strip
wether i hit they chest or they hip
stuck by meks it's like i pirated they ship
banged out domes for doe on sum high risk shit
if rules slang and i cant make it wit flow robbins my new bisness
fuckin jack erbody from tha father go over ta da mama next they li'l bitches
I told u it's time fo meks ta git viscious
git name git bitches, git fame git riches
you lookin a bit lame lemme soe ya back up wit deese stitches
tempt me not
or ya pockets empty watch
ya rymes is wak
ya lines aint in tact
fuck the bullshit you gettin attacked
come see me,
at a dot shop
You run easy,
But can't ecscape the Red dot Pop
U fed chrom,
the glock popped
6 4/5ths ta git ya whole block rocked
Everybody ded!
u gotta dull sense'a rap in ya hed
my mind is brihgter than'a copier scan
uz'a faggot meks is a fighter and'a cockier man