Deadman he’s so limp beef bout blues I call my crips hate on you and rob yo bitch big on 4’s and I ain’t 5th jerry ass nigga when you went and snitched woah woah show your coast I don’t brag bitch boast fuck one bitch I want your hoes 223’s will take your nose leave you dead right by your folks peopl hate we run the streets fuck em they ain’t feeding me people drag my name now they yelling that they feelin me loyal to my family even if I eat bolonie meat ridin with my heat kuz niggaz ain’t diggin me put me in the ground hell nah reall dog nigga you can always get the paws wanna talk hot till we see you in the mall wanna talk hot till we aimin at your jaw you a bitch just like your block point at me I point my Glock ask d-brizz how he got knocked ain’t no mercy in the streets I watched it for my self all these blocks hot but my gun ain’t gon melt seen my big brother nigga rot up in that cell free the real fuck the fake I’m armed with a k dot the eyes imma killer like Dre beat him up took a L off fadeds snooz out take a L off flames ain’t no such thing as a two person casket catch you and your homies that’s a full on basket hit them with the switches and the dicks yeah fagged em claim to be a killer all you did is lag him four niggas in the berban knowing that we packed em stop playing real people knowing that you actini was broke till you seen what’s stuffed up in the mattress try to stab him with a dull knife fuck it started hackini ain’t even braggin my niggaz carry ratchets blood in his hair from the puddles he was drowned there 40 left him out there body in the woods hoping he ain’t found there