Im bout to blow up get dis shit drastic
Ya nah when I show up here comes da fanatics
Down wit da rap shit verse nawt practiced
Im turn backs snaped blackless
Give it up fo da crew we all wackless
Get up do a track diss when we say datz it
We keep on comin gotta be thugin
Bloods and crips don’t say nuttin
Man im nawt frontin around frum da custom
Da peep I know I really gotta trust em
Get up or get wild spittin adults down to a child
In da brain lyrically pilled attackin arrivals
Ima FUCKIN INDIAN ima win my friend
Smooth as a violen
I gota keep it gangsta spit it off da top like a decapition
My heart neva racin but if ya dunt die quick I get impatint
Put you on da nuse cuz you hung on da line
Till ya lungs decline shoot up 8 and and den spung 9
Put my dick in ya sister, and give her a hard tyme
Ill cut off my lips to show you raw rhymes
