Red Spartan 226 wrote: aint gonna lie
I aint gonna try
cuz rich muthafuckas can’t survive in da ghetto
they try ta talk shit, but G’s say hell no
pull out a 9
no G ain’t kind
we da lowest people on da map
das straight fact
Gangsta spirit’s what ya lack
even though ya got ya gat
while us poors are diesel while rich bitches are fat
so watch ya back
we might steal ya car
by the time cops arrive we be way too far
Cuz rich people alwayz got sumthin ta steal
peace out homies, keep it real

MURDA-1 wrote: Lets talk about it what murda will throw the beam guaranteed you wont walk up out it I aint playing, watch a nigga haul ass for his life when them hollow tips start spraying murda is sick, get a grip, when he spit every verse crack, you get shitted on like Biggie Skit thoughts of me embedding in you get rid of it I’m the man, you don’t understand you illiterate I’m hot as a semi shot, oc, when the semi grip make him strip naked like he about to go skinny dip shit, beef what you think you about until I press iron to your shirt, like I’m trying to knock a wrinkle out grip the steel when shit get for real chop until the clip drop them shots split your grill I’m dumb nice fuck who you get to spill because them niggas you think hot will see murda and chill I remember night school, couldn’t make it to the class I was paper chasing, caking on the ave, making me sum cash My fiends like ball players because they either shoot or they take it to the glass 44 mag breaking him in half he a bitch with a dick, you probably take it in the ass oh you grind and you work with that work right until them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like BLAO! you will get murked because I bust and I squirt pipes oc, you will get popped like the clutch on a dirk bike I work right, with a half a block I can lock a block and a half, and half your block no joke, i smoke grass a lot that’s why my bars out this world like astronauts I never had a pop, no father figure so when its drama my finger recline the trigger spit rounds, the ground, I’ll put you fellas on it because the chopper I chop, dont got propellers on it I’m a young threat, yup and I’m still butt fucking the rap game, and I aint cum yet I aint done yet, so let me see something like uhh yes, I’m just pre cumming hold on you see me you see a g coming we see you we see a flea coming your wife a smut what is all the fronting about I just get sucked, get fucked, nut in her mouth or i can get fucked, get sucked, nut in her mouth you be smooching on her lips she be smooching on my dick keep your lips closed I’m quick to grip pistols spit those, oh you a fighter lets see you get those I don’t miss foes split those leave him with hit clothes with 1 nine and 1 trey eight like my zip code nigga!...