be all on that shit right there mane
i be the same nigga though on the real though
round here these lil niggas don't care
i swear they'll fuck around and shoot ya in the hair
they'll fuck around and rob ya for a square
i swear fuck around and put some wheels on ya chair
yeah some wheels on ya chair
i be stretch like elastic
got a wind in the traffic
rappers argue and cambish
them niggas ain't fake mane we foreal
we ride shoes the size of a ferris wheel
if it's necessary or unnecessary
we all the way official like a military missle
all my niggas strapped with them military pistols
better hit the deck 'fore them medal thangs hit'cha
hide in the bathtub take ya kid with'cha
it's all bad it ain't good
brother mailman on me don't wanna come in my neighbourhood
she rock stucking with wood
bullets ain't got no name
be copicoral we setting leave a alone
caught loose pants down digging in the snows
gotta do my peas and my toes it ain't promise
keep my third eye on the game it ain't amiss
keep my enemies close and my family closer
no drop a toaster roaster but my toaster approach ya