Get at me, Back the fuck up...

if you ever think of frontin on me check/
this aint throat ejaculation, but im cummin for your neck/
i aint shootin at the block you on, im gunnin for your set/
problems for the seasoned rappers, im trouble for you vets/
thuggin on my set, thats means i get in where i fit in/
baking powder sifftin, cooking dollars in the kitchen/
respect is to the flow cause they know my shit is sicknin/
a weapon and some doe, a pretty hoe is all im missin/
my trigger finger itchin, my uzi gettin rusty/
i'll do to you what jigga did to nas, super ugly/
the truth is being spoken from a real street soldier/
every year i get older, my heart gets colder/
i must of told ya, I roll wit heartless bold niggas/
how you press charges without no fingas/
have u fallen over like topple or jenga/
see the chevy nova, im gone till novemba/
this is for all the real rap lords on the board/
300 c's for my niggas, honda accord's for the whores/
if u wanna battle, we can take it to the street/
i'll take you off your feet like a kung fu sweep/


thats enough for now
what u think rate it for me

Imma run with the flood


The block is hot like everyone just popped there glock/
Ga head line up them shots call it hop-a-scotch/
Wakin up early in the morning got lotsa rock/
I got my own shit but in my heart theres lotsa Pac/
The product is gone them rocks turn 2 cash/
My cash turns into jewlery, cars, and hash/
Imma huster man born & raised/
You can tell by my eyes there always torn & hazed/
Dont speak much but my mind amaze/
You lost in this game like a rat tryin to find a maze/
Crimonolgy rap like Ghost & Rae/
Plus I pack toast that dont come with eggs/
They do come with shells/
Bullets fly when I pull it/
My mind thinks like twista/
U on some slow shit/
Peep the post before when me and Marlow on that PIMP & Hoe shit CHUUUCH


VERSE I WAS FEELIN THAT SHIT MARLOW U RAW CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE MY VERSES STAY EMBETTED IN U CAUSE WE BETTER THAN U HAAAAA


VERSE

once again its on...

lets speed it up, is a quick flip, hips on a thick chick/
bitch hop in the whip, we hit the telly give her quick dick/
haters put on my shit list, get this, tisk tisk/
got money, get doe, they know im richie rich rich/
dont have me piss on you, my flow take em to church/
have em put you in a hurst, for tryna see my homie VERSE/
but know the shit gonna get worse, like stoppin mail on the first/
shots fired, turn your cap back and red like fred durst/
lead burst, who u know flow like the dynamic duo/
big dogs in the game, like Beethoven or even Kujo/
fuck flossin a chain, aint holdin, so what do you know/
bank rollin, change growin, newest boss just call me Hugo/
ur mind is working too slow, im reaching the speed of light/
never see me in a fight, i keep a whistle or a knife/
hold your pistol, grip it tight, never scared to lick a shot/
when it hits, it hits the spot, now you know i gets it hot/


Verse for verse wit VERSE
we got ours now get yours!!

verse 4 verse with VERSE I like that/
Like Red & Mef get on a blunt/
And have your bitch for a night cap/
Got the heads feinin steady itchin till I write raps/
It's like product on the block comin with purple and white caps/
Plus u know we fly throwback Jordan & Pippen jerseys with air nik hats/
Shoes 2 match/Throwin sevens & elevens u losin craps losin stacks/
We done spent all the money u usually stack/
But fuck rappin about jewels no more Ice & chains no more Ja Rule singin in the rain with Mary J thats very gay/
I got raw lyrics have you lookin like you saw spirits/
Wilidin out when u hear it dont fear it/
VERSE & Marlow like Jeff Garcia Kevin Barlow/
Cop ki's of coke always re-up tommarow/
We leaders u follow/Like bullets from a hollow/
One right after another get in a fight got eachothers backs like brothers/
Got bitches under covers fuck the undercovers/
Plain clothes cop tellin us not to slang those rocks/
I gotta get my paper Mr. Down for a caper/
The Illest emcee ever to put pen to a paper mutherfucker/


GOOD SHIT LETS SEE WHAT YA'LL GOT WE SPIT THAT CRACK OFF OUR DOME
GOOD SHIT


VERSE

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