redid mines..well wrote more to it..
Skip the chitter chatter, dont got time to sit and bicker
Im infected with a siccness throwin hot ones at yo liver
We the kingz of our own land felony-catchin, rhyme spitters..
With heat beneath the seat throwin our blocks up, M.O.B figures..
Get the picture? Ima hitta goin strait for the lockbox
Yo hot spot in danger, once we pull up, we pop tops
All for the dollar bill, breakin necks you know the deal
Put it in my pocket, cannot stop it, recognize the real
See through plastic personas, i cant fuck with
If you fuckin with a punk bitch
Mo then likely you gonna slip quick
You dig it, I dug it so its already done
Verbally lace yo eardrums cuz im second to none...
AND HERE IT IS ON A BEAT:
http://www.limelinx.com/files/56f1ec22585add8da1af4401c51e7b74