big homies keep kicking my chains ain't scared of the game, I'm like a hustler who run the bill gates usually I used to take away my friends in this play I never know I just pretend to be a man I'm my grave ain't nothin cross this lanes the war he yails All about the hood is something i explain in feraph it goes up in his face, he sees but make no change He smokes gay like the other herders in jail .....precuation are always held to be a crew in this case i never say a word ...i never tell the gods .......you face us, you face the god of war terror squad .my contribution to all my niggas defeat y'all bastards wit a degree of ar empty skull laugh y'all i meant be the one you call K2 and big pun is there we're, all A little piece of shit, but the price we swipe ....aim to kill all our enemies if possible he's young kadafi is the companion still givin me life when i look up to the skies i see a million of stars then i look down at the chart i see an enemie line boss first, all this petrons i rip you'all starting from your flesh to the core of empty shells is my name...I'll face y'all you crios who mourn ....I save the poor I never disown my homeboyz.. the one who sem..jealous the one who seems furious face the Hennessey the flip that love to slip in my drip.. copz killer we run away from m wey own shits pretend to b a human but they eat in the'same drill my penicul are basical my flows hre'are lyrical and the tec 9s here are beautiful cause they're easy to conceal... believe me i need a real G's ....blast y'all, all ye murda fuckers roll'in the game is like a club we all drink to the full l click triggers I'n the play wit a murda fuckin mask in my face I love ice and I'll pray for my young kadafi..but its too late this bastard love to aim like culay and they broke into pieces lilke they're made wit clay scarface....ahahahah if you try me i lay you in most hardest bars ...50 shots in my back make me reflect my style we gat our'wn shit niggas ride for life ....niggas are here rolling and poppin the hood, gunz're till blaszin wit corpse ready for vengeance..enough were still living wit a broken hearts...my only crew is down ...all my ultrons in the streets are laying one man down.... .. I can't figure out the stress...that bring alot of revenge ...we made niggas from the brain we still tracing your six steps .....but please beware.... about the defences to be tight we strangle your life up and down like a foxxxxz that try to start a street fight..rough and raw like a xore martial arts...scarface is my face...(you ain't a killer you still learning how to to work from new york..from boundaries in the streets were niggas really trip talking about he's the murda fuckin west crap I'll watch your left track to know were you from thats how we ride....) ..............scarface is there face!!!! terror squad..☠️☠️☠️☠️🙏🙏