you must be some kinda a wigga, a wonna be n*gga
A wonna be down like jigga, go figure
I see you pullin ya air triggers, and throwing your gang signs
In all ya pictures
makes you and ya homeboys look like real *****es
and I mean real ***** made
wearing ya'' pantyhose, thinking ya'll renagades
till you scratch your finger, your like, where's my band-aid???
***** forgert the band-aid's
you're going to need stiches in the heart
my lyrical game will rip you apart
I got so much game, you, don't know what to do with it
save it for later, or destroy then ruin it.
cause when I'm movin it I'm doin it
and when i"m doin it and I'm fluent it
there's no trueth in it..

its not done yet.. but what you think??