Claimin to shoot shit really who you gon hit
Ya aim's off you aint even hit puberty yet
I'll cremate you with 1 line my rhymes is scorchin
On the mic I murder babies like choices abortion
What the fuck would you know about murders and keys
You ain't even had the talk about the birds and the bee's
Talkin all that hard shit but you really is frail
Couldn't break a 100 pounds drippin wet on the scale
Who you eva tried to put in the soil
You aint bust no gage you couldn't handle the recoil
My lines are in the street like possi rubber
I make concrete music i'm always gutta
You aint a rebel neva once have u defied authority
Wanna be part of somethin homie try a sorority
Aint no shots lettin off u far from a loose cannon
Safety on hands shakin & tremblin ya guns jammin
The barber shops the only time you felt a clip
Gettin a rebounds the only time you felt a brick
Only pain u eva felt is what u self inflict
But after these wounds it wont even help to lick
So stop playin ....this lil kid isn't a thug
Even if he had a show he couldn't get in the club
This clown prolly think he hard cuz he get tattoos
Shut ya mouth son b4 i have to kidnap you
Lil Bow Wow, Lil Romeo, Lil Rebel
Getttin braces in ya mouths the only time you felt metal
You ain't old enough to drink... my rhymes is hunnet proof
Smilin in ya pics cuz ya sweeter then honey dew
Me? I aint hard 2 find im right in front ah you
Put a couple gz on ya head show you what money do
Pay you no mind, if you catchin my drift
So if I made bet you a bitch ...im betchu im rich
