coast to coast gangstas

brooklyn

this is the set-off

kay sleezy

take it to the streets nigga

word up

sauce money

uh

uh

proper set-off

don't get it fucked up cause sauce calm with his grandma

cause i'm like baking soda bitch

i'm armed with a hammer

and when i'm strapped fool

fuck your brother

cause like jimmy ivene in virginia you in the scope like a muthafucka

fine

niggas don't wanna let him shine

niggas hate that fact sauce don't give a fuckin' nine

soon as he ran his mouth

one tre pound seven to nine

guess who's the odd man out

i guess we got something in common

i'm just a little more calm when

i'm about to split your arm in

put a hole so big in your noggin

that if you god body

you can fit the whole sun

moon and star in

you starvin' for more lyrics i know

steady robbin' all them lyrics i flow

i'm sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho

you betta know i'm a true nigga

please do nigga

betta inquire from a few niggas

cause bitch

i done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas

get a grip

dead four-fifth in the hip

slip

never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip

stoned is the way of my walk

in a mini-mack eleven

the tone when i talk

when i spray niggas pray

lay on the sidewalk

color blood red

body outlined in chalk

my rhymes

two zigs all nines

hard hit when they spit

split wigs double time

this eightball's a strict nine

tear apart body parts when i spark nine

at they head hard lodged in they damn spine

leaves emcee's like christopher reeves

crippled and cryin'

shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'

nigga i'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes

the epitomy of rap rock

i make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock

from new york down to georgia it don't stop

killer kill from addamsville with a hot glock

blaaat!

they say murder is the case they wanna throw me

i guess these muthafuckas don't know me

o.g. rock called a yay slanger

pa's finest

underground muthafuckin' king call me your highness"