Lemme quit fuckin wit yall
IMMA FUCKIN PROBLEM
come on..i got a smooth flow/
drama come i let the uz go/
i let the heat from my 2's flow/
u got no bread son..ya foods low/
i spit sick...yall need to get smart/
cause im still a "hitman" like bret hart/
my rhymes paint fresh pictures like wet art/
u know how we do I will mac ya main squeeze/
got plenty macs but only the main squeeze/
my chain freeze ... bein chilly on the concrete/
im ready to take over philly like john street/
yall rhyme sweet while i put in time/
yall need to take to 5's to put in dimes/
I put in 9's bullets that play in flesh/
then i take ya cash so i be stay'in fresh/
i got wounds that never felt a scar/
plus i got "hooks" like Kareem Abdul-jabar/
The toast will roast ya beef like bores head/
yall talkin bout paper.. but i got more bread/
the 4's put u to bed now u can rest eternally/
the bullets stay in your head internally/
U need to get ya cash up... ya coke low/
round my way u cant get poped by the ocho/
you gotta a broke flow and im on come up/
i run up in ya "bank" wit "shots" on some tim duncan shit/
this that shoot out led pumpin spit/
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