man i'm threw fuckin around
you niggas keep on u gon be duckin sum rounds
i rush the mound
bitch hit me with a pitch he a
he a snitch n he walk with a switch. he in a band that sing for the cops
him and his mans they cleanin up shop
undercover
conture promoter
rick shroter tryin to turn sombody over
put that et finger up
eat stulee
don't tattle tale the number one rulee
you the jumpers the boys the people
slipped in the game sellin toys to people i avoid people don't ask me shit
the only law i break is in public grip
my mouth zipped i plead the fifth and niggaz like you get pushed off a cliff. don't ask me shit
i tell man
i don't tell
u can send me to jail man
send me to jail
i'm on to u boy
u used to be the man
til i crossed u n the court room sittin on the stand
got to waivin ya hand n pointin ya finger
all n the mike like sum kind of rap singa
i seen u
u told
n now u got to live with big ol bitch u prolli said bigs did it
fuck you
fuck wut u gettin to
fuck wut u goin threw
n fuck with u went threw
consider this a warning to u case out rapping
the streets get ugly when a drive by happen
you rap niggas out here starvin for fame
and ya'll niggas act like it's all n a game
cause niggas n the streets wanna blast this bitch
n when it happen dun ask me shit
u can line em up n put 12 n a box n find out ya boy workin with the cops
doing flipflops
the roller
rolling over
the tootsie roller
scared to do it over
it's october and he can't be gone til november
so he's given up the gang
every damn member
and everythang he remember
he tellin
he get outta jail free
ain't no bailin
he's no felon
no misdemeanor
he's got a target melon
and a et finger
quit peepin at my beemer
tryin to watch me