bashing threw these beats fearlsy...like ear peaceinging..when a thug cry follow by shot fired how a thug ride do or die on the front line fire like a nine with a hair pen trigga snakes in the field that slither in the winter like fruit wither wither da storm as the idol mines start to formula a forgeable feelings foming up half cup they take shots I raised the ball they talk alot if the proof in the pudding call me Bill cosbey came from the bottom against all odds now I'm in the big leagues raiden with da best of em like crosby