no face no Trace no case

who it is you already know its that crazy Mexican maniac from the 520 and might you know that homie dont play that punk shit so when you come around me better come correct on my block we dump clips to the sky like fuck it and if its a must then we aim it ar your dome at night the streets i roam in my glass house sitting low with my locs on backwards laughing at you bastards old ass men trying act gangster you sill punks its time to grow up and pulk your pants up oh your so tough till you get you smacked up just like the bitch you are your the type to snitch in court so that you wouldn't hit the yard your bitch all on my stick like shish kabob ,,,,sucking my dick like its her job to stay away from your better off cyz i womt hesitate to spray this heat and set it off and tear the roof off im like a starved and caged pit bull dog off his leash i can see why you haters mad dogging me my name in yall mouth constantly cuz like nate dog im fly guy braking necks when i ride by crusing at a slow pace like a drive by no face no trace no case its a done deal for real im ill and will pill me wig back reason i do this for thw love of musicq ams to get cash if you dont like that you need to get nackv or get smack with that mack catcv me in the back with that bitch that has a big ass and some tits that you can sit your cup cup on