You know we had to keep it real out east keepin it street befo yall west side emm effaz tried to take rap
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Y'all know the game What I come to Claim
And when I take tha rap game Y'all have yoselves to blame
Now my Claim to fame is my shit aint tha same
All yo shit is tame thats why ya so easy to mame
I come to proclaim these ryhmes I exclaim
Call brothaz out by name aint afraid to take aim
Now I Know I heard the method man fuckaz ego's inflamed
Ain't heard my name or he'd know G pizzle come to bring tha pain
Yo every day we gotta strive in these streets to survive
we got tha pimps and tha pushaz runnin everybodies lives
We sell rock or we buyin while all tha babies still cryin'
but we gotta keep a hustle gotta get rich or die tryin'
at least thats what Curtis said and I know that he aint dead
got enough to keep his kids aint runnin from feds
so I keep up my cred on these streets that I tread
doing what it takes to get bread even when its pumpin lead
Imma hit you and and every rhyme you got, my skills is too damn hot, Kake I'm takin yo spot Im climbed my way to tha top
Slenk, you rhymin' whack, spittins a skill you lack
I'm comin at all y'all, I'm comin heavy like a medicine ball, who yall gun call?
I'm beatin y'all down, its a lyrical brawl I hope ya writin don't stall
Im spittin quick makin all y'all feel famous, but y'all shall forever remain nameless
These Syca mutha fuckaz think they rhymes causin' ruckus
I know that shit toucha love ain't bumpin and clubs
And about that lil' Toucha, Dude gives me a bad vibe
Not to sound like a bad guy, but that gay shit wont fly
I heard B-Slenk thinks he bank, Imma be perfectly frank
You lyrically outta gas gotta fill up yo tank
Now strike up tha band and take the mic off the stand
Put that shit in my hand, cause its that new WOODLAND
