NExt to wit-ness my flows the sicc-ness users tryin to relate/
pakin sum heat to handle my buis-ness wut i dont got itake/
influenced by pac it was fate fo my style to rap wit teh quickness/
my lines are versityle for haters to hate cuz they cant make/
a proper line to drop comin stong but i won u just miss this/ god have room for another thug in those gates/a bloodwit sick spits/ till the day i was born i was sworn for nathen promised not a thang/but to gang bang still i strugglin to be the king/but im nex in line to sntach it out the ring/
came out swingin wit my strap in my right hand/wit my finga quick to be on the trigga u just unleashed the cap off a mad man/ tryin to understand me madly seekin for sum thugs to rap in my family/
who wuta told ya the next big thing was thos sicc ass street souljaz/we aint all talk muggin hear to show ya/ comin from teh back of the scenory wit sacs filled up piled as my greenory/bow down to shit been dropped hot buy a young cat a pac/stocked amred an ready wit my nine wayin so heavey/u atemped me to shott clips to the east/ send dem all to me an hear them rest in peace/ fuked wit teh wrong blood verbally castin u deceast/
i just released my bombs now u headof me/like my name was sudam u runnin after the don/of this rap game u mistaken me im just a con/lookin out for my self only trusten one/ curbin peeps who wanted sum rap action/this shit goin to be fatal from all those dome shots u be catchin/im rite here no need to scream nitemare wit a lite stare u dropp dead/ wit ya head in biggz lap if he mite care/ my first tactics are retaliation wit my auot matics pushin my game to an elavation/ u cant touch prepare fo my souljaz to bust u needa adjust to wut u facin........
pakin sum heat to handle my buis-ness wut i dont got itake/
influenced by pac it was fate fo my style to rap wit teh quickness/
my lines are versityle for haters to hate cuz they cant make/
a proper line to drop comin stong but i won u just miss this/ god have room for another thug in those gates/a bloodwit sick spits/ till the day i was born i was sworn for nathen promised not a thang/but to gang bang still i strugglin to be the king/but im nex in line to sntach it out the ring/
came out swingin wit my strap in my right hand/wit my finga quick to be on the trigga u just unleashed the cap off a mad man/ tryin to understand me madly seekin for sum thugs to rap in my family/
who wuta told ya the next big thing was thos sicc ass street souljaz/we aint all talk muggin hear to show ya/ comin from teh back of the scenory wit sacs filled up piled as my greenory/bow down to shit been dropped hot buy a young cat a pac/stocked amred an ready wit my nine wayin so heavey/u atemped me to shott clips to the east/ send dem all to me an hear them rest in peace/ fuked wit teh wrong blood verbally castin u deceast/
i just released my bombs now u headof me/like my name was sudam u runnin after the don/of this rap game u mistaken me im just a con/lookin out for my self only trusten one/ curbin peeps who wanted sum rap action/this shit goin to be fatal from all those dome shots u be catchin/im rite here no need to scream nitemare wit a lite stare u dropp dead/ wit ya head in biggz lap if he mite care/ my first tactics are retaliation wit my auot matics pushin my game to an elavation/ u cant touch prepare fo my souljaz to bust u needa adjust to wut u facin........