Im gonna tell you where im from, man the life on the streets A place where u litterally gotta watch wat you eat Cuz when u look away man ur shit will be taken Dont lock urself away cuz they'll find a way in- to Ur life man the strife man this shit is unreal When i was 13 it was the first time i gripped on that steel Then i started robbin pple, man never missin a meal Yea the life of Mizzy n im keepin it real i was still hustlin n bustlin in the Streets of New York Quick to pull a knife in a fight, if a nigga tryin to tk Haters got mad at my swag, n the way that i walked But im cocky cuz im from the state of New York Shit got heated so they sent me down to the A Where them down south brothas first taught me how to spray After school fights could escalate to shootouts, but i walk today Man durin them gunfights, you could hear my heart from a mile away Moved back to Brooklyn, lookin older n wiser Got my smoothness from the A, they called me a womanizer Respect to the name, They call me Mizzy on the streets The sun goes down im in the crib fuckin...they call me a stallion in the sheets

I advise you silly dude to move back or scoot back your chairs B4 I pull back n click clack n 2pac ur hair So dont make like one republic n stop n stare at my waist cuz You already know that the chrome is here If your the king, im the heir I guarantee you im betta Im in this for money so i take a whole slab of dat chedda The fire I spit comes burstin from the physco head of mine Man Im so hott, the sun is a son of mine And every gun i talk about is one of mine They sprays so hard, they make niggas run like itz suppertime You know that im on the grind, bout to go back to the streets Been in KS so long i forgot what it feels like to beef But im comin back rhymes is flowin hard in the game I make dudes take of like Usain when im takin aim Got ur girl on my dick, yes shes screamin my name I treat all them hoes the same, this shit is a shame Stop. Excuse me while i take this time out to cool the mic N Shot out Mr. TK cuz he spits so nice N thank him for me comin back, i feel so hyped His rhymes stay in my head,I say he spits like lice Itz lights out for the game,You can Call me Kimbo slice If you wanna battle, ill kill you, Sick on these beats U a wet pussy, when you get up..ur body sticks to ur sheets Too ill, too chill man how Brooklyn is he? Man i rep it hard, dont believe? Come to Brooklyn n see System bump loud when i pull up n my shit Chain out, Ring out, man im rockin this shit Girls lookin like, tonite..ima be hopin on n off his shit But for now ima watch, while he ballin n flauntin his shit To sick for words Let the mute guy tell you When my flow starts you feel it, the deaf guys moves his head too My presence is crazy, the blind guy knows where to turn his head to Young Mizzy is fearless...dont make me wreck you..