wait wait heres samples....of my shit....
Fake ass playa's tell me how to work my style while i use the blade they use the "razar"//
While i blaze ya and amaze ya with somethin that will make you say his doe must be clutchin more then the mayor//
Now get on yah knees and say yah pray "uh" as long as i know i aint a hata like you bow down to a thug thats greata then you//
Spit a rhyme or two, i give you the kiss of death lay you tah "rest" load the clip put on the bullett proff vest, blood everywhere its a mess//
Im the real kat you dont wana test commin up with lyrics that are fresh//
What the fuck you claim? i think its ashame how you wana be like these real mother fuckahz sayin you in the game//
Wana keep talkin shit on mae iight ima keep going cause im not finished your gunna feel heat from a menace while you only got the AC you aint hot..wana collab with i-c-e? do you think you ready? with does lame ass lyrics, i think not....//
Hold steady while the glock loads a clip, while u lookin in the barell of a 9 i got you screamin like a lady, "In a little kid voice: yeah i wana be like you shady"//
I bust on fake bitchs and i fuck your wife P.W.G. I REPP FOR LIFE!!! commin from the Garden State top of rate for the illest emcee's showin faith to Homie from east to west RIP B-I-G and 2 P-A-C//
Im movin you off the MAP and i poped the nigga behind his back Mike should be smack right for tryna lay track//
My gat attacks while i do murder i never heard of ya but still killed you for tryna be like pac//
Im from N-E-W Jers with lyrics that are cursed lay you in the hurst with lyrics that are worse then dehidration you die of thirst//
Collision's between boyz egnite flames with every bullet shot takin' out foe's with high name's by spitting out my thought's these dried up plot's i see mc's trying to work around them//
You should spray something usefull, before head's lay out the poundin's quit clownin' if your here then try to be serious show kidz your style, and make them know to have fear of it//
This is the knock-out from Baby Gangsta's claim what you wana you just a bunch of Pranksta's we rock you like real thugsta's cause we the real mother fucka'z!!//
Stay away from me, i-c-e and dont fuck with real G's get on yah knees faze to dah real deal now you gunna die with guns dat blaze//
We keep them commin and you runnin we rollin gunin' straight thuggin shot you twice in yo stomach now you struglin, we got rolled on but we still sonnin' gully dunin'//
Yall wana be like us and copy our style you poped me in my chest and i just came back and "smiled", now nobody can find you and the cops have Domestic on there number one file//
Die slow mother fuckaz, fake ass gangsta's my fo fo stop you to grow, bitch made faggots wear ure make up, words commin from me is straight up!//
Im not e-a-z-y-e im i-c-e and this is the season to let the real mother fuckin real G's//
I can do better these are just samples...
