Lyrics
yo, listen,you riffin? speak up , if you wanna start beefing,
cuz i ain't goin' give you a reason, like if i shank ya ,
leave yo azz' coughing and weazing,
with internal bleeding,
yo mama 'on da side, to god she pleading,
ol'Man doing his thang' the pope iz preaching,
hoping he reaching, god's mind, so he feel that he's speaking,
taking a every word to the grave, ima keep 'em,
even if after this song, ima stop breathing,
or chillin in a my whip, if i start leaking,
holez on the side'a da door,with the seat in,
an accident nga, my future path, shit, ima start believing.
cuz i'm a hungry nga, my money meanz power,
i will devour, in less than hour,
anything you packing, even with 97 mini van, eddie bower,
bag ya whip quick bitch, shit don't even bother.
holla if ya wan'z the hollow tips,
that'll make and exit right through ya ribs,
nah more like a tunnel man, you want \ proof kid,
bet' stay right , let me blast a clip,
aim it at the floor, making you fucking jump and shit,
skipping around like a white boy bitch,
the reazon i don't like you, cuz you look like a snitch,
nga i'll knock you out , wake up between matresses,
smelling like gasoline and my matchez kid,
pluz you shitted on ya self, now it smell like shit,
i'll have jason kidd, chasing kids with an ice pic,
if i ask you ? you probly don't know what a knife is,
walk around wit'a butta knife, the momentz gon' be priceless,
i said it b4 , i'll Leave ya azz livelezz.
I don't even know why these ngas
out here flashing n laughing
swear to god these nga's is pussy,
yo they ask to get shot.
the rest is freeStyle
