So imma come out the box and spit,
homie you cant handle my shit,
run up on me and imma dismantle ya *clique*,
imma murda you slaughta you,
the motha fucka neva thought it through,
i might be a little dude but take a second,
and look what i brought to you,
dynamite come in small packages,
motha fucka thats the thought ta brew,
might be white but us motha fucka always true,
some ride alone some fa the red some fa the blue,
no matta how you look at it you talk shit you be layin dead,
aint no point in callin the feds,
cuz soon as ya flip the phone you gone get hit with the lead,
do the dirty deed then im dippin down the street,
aint no tracks beneath my feet,
cuz im way too swift and im always holdin heat,
motha fuckas over here never known defeat,
like the sayin go, ya feelin froggy... leap,
but im always jumpin higher so bitch dont try ta dawg me,
and imma let this shit be know,
that im always holdin chrome,
ill run into ya zone, and rearange a page in ya fairy tale life in my rage,
run in ya crib and rip out all the phones,
now im chillin in ya home holdin all you motha fuckas hostage,
meanwhile motha fuckas on the outside think i lost it,
lets come to an agreement, whats it gone take ta get me out this jam?
fuck that shoot the whole crib up like Yosammity Sam,
what the fuck yall bitches think i am?
walk in with no plan walk out awhile later unscathed the only man,
:blazed:
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