Nigga's dont know whats goin' on in tha Hood
Everytime i make my rhymes, i make them understood
If he would run up on me with somethin, I WISH HE WOULD!
But i need a record deal and im ready and waitin
Still the white man in there big houses laughin' at there Military Ratin
But i try not to move ahead so fast
And when i Rhyme i try not to rhyme Vast
When im on the mic, I hold nothin' back
If you feel what i rhyme, you will know why i stay with my gat
Fuck with me and i dont mind making brains go splat
Just something stupid i guess, just off my head. Something i was feeling earlier
its nothing i guess, tell me what you think?