Yo, dawgs don look at me like I shot yo mama -
you thinkin that bout me bout that nigga
Bout how dat nigga be gang-sta as fuck, yo.
Cos I’m behind, da rhyme
a little jew white goth, who think shes hott ;D
well shes not— I think she aught to be shot
Hell yeah
shes here in the hood what a surprise
Here at wake to die – shes full o lies
Trippin on the keyboard from starry eyes
so watchit for shes comin for ya
You better start a runnin cos
Ill never shut it No Ill never shut
Cos this niggas the shit
You lookin at me like im, off on fit
no fuck that—cos im a tough ass bitch
who loves the crips And all that shit
Hell yeah— I got bling and its proper mint
I know you all think I should be locked up in
For shopliftin or hockin some kids
But i not in no padded cell or in no jail cell so fuckin just
start a truckin down to hell
Go on run I aint stopping now
until yo done So just run on now
Just run in da hood
until someone shoves a gun
up yours and say "lets have fun"
Well sorry Mr cop this isn’t yo place—I think not
are you rasist or is this pot laced?
Come chillin in the hood here :love:
At wake to die; I make kids cry with all my lies
Aw fuck just get that look off your eyes
this is just a joke a fuckin shitload of lies