when the jokes go to far

I’ma set you up i’m gonna blow your longs out of you then I’m a bury you boy I’m a put your face on a T-shirt yeah yeah stop playing stop playing I’m only 10 years old then what the hell come on now you know your fans yeah yeah yeah yeah I’m only 10 years old I got bars and I got CDs I sell crack yeah yeah yeah if I see you boy I’m a make your whole black notice this yeah yeah yeah 88th St. that shit ain’t nothing I got my boy Karter in a cut you said you didn’t dirty you said you beat him up yeah we’re not see you yeah I’m a kill you