I spit rhymes like you
And I drop bombs from the hood on D-Block
Straight off the block b**h
I've got god on my side
So it won't be like that
Pull out the gats and guns
Empty all those clips on em
You on the corner waitin for the n***a to deliver
But the bad day is cumin your way
Gangway before thinkin bout doin a runway
Nah man don't you disobey
All them n***as in that bank
Waitin for you to do sum sh**
Brake a b**h, shoot em up
Do anything, get the rep up
Man don't go home and spank a b**h
From a ditch, think bout the conscience
Wait... "what if you get that itch from that b**h?"
..."nah I doubt that sh**"
You in the Duneven on Jaine and Finch what you goin do
When you know you hear them pigs comin to get you
5....4....3....2....1.....
You see them dumb n***as that you disobeyed in the cruiser
Like it ain't anything to you
Because you heard em say "love will get you k**ed"
Peace out before you and I get the f** knocked out!